In-existence

I look away, into the neverending horizons of oblivion. Than I look again, within myself, I see childish mourning and weeping for a neverending past, I see a burning desire for freedom and a nevercoming future. Everything delighfully filled with bliss, peace, love, hopeless dreams from a somehow lost soul.

"All dreams end here
Where our cries began
Resounding to museums
Of a world we believed
Neverending

And we stop
Exhausted
Beginning
Not again

And the panic
Like the light
Of some star
Exploding

Flashing in black holes of not knowing
If we ever made a away out of this mud"