October 12, 2006

The end of silence makes no sense

We leave traces on the stars
Traverse galaxies randomly
Hitchhiking our way between meteorites

When I sleep the possibilities are infinite
Deep in fantasy, I awaken to reality

Which is truth?
The world behind my eyes
Or the world before them
We live in life's emergency room
Bullets pockmarking the walls
Battlefields are whenever we want them to be
And, often, where we least expect them to be

I hide behind words
And pray for a brighter tomorrow

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Tá O.K.

Rethabile said...

"[I] pray for a brighter tomorrow."
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So do I, Kojo, so do I.