October 20, 2007

Lights

Lights turning on and off as she moves slowly,
paralyzed by the cold wind, motionless.
She hates these tears, the shiny breakable tears,
sliding down her face, the eyeliner all over,
the way the heart is threatening to collapse.
She walks down the busy street,
the city doesn't seem to care much about her.
She's moving slowly, as if she has no destination.
Pictures moving up and down,
cars poisoning the sky, people sitting in metro
station and playing violins for some pennies.
There is always the ambition
to go to bed and never have to wake up.
Life destroys too many people,
with a reason or without.
We look to take advantage of things, of situations,
abusing images, revitalizing old magic tricks,
chasing the future, searching for soulmates,
trying to do something good for just once.
We grow up, not innocent anymore, so far away from
who we used to be, what we used to believe in.
Why did we have to grow old, changing, becoming meaner,
riskier, having no mercy towards the people we love? Why did we
have to find each other wrong, then suffer
for the rest of our lives?

1 comment:

Karma said...

Very true. It hurts to see what our world really is today. You have put it so delicately, that I had no trouble reading this. I think that maybe PSM might have enjoyed this, considering his comment above. Get the best out of life.....Ellie