game

make way for the sight,
let it give leverage to your wake.

who are you?
maybe you should take a look
at what all the fuss is about.
might produce an interesting outcome,
like who you are not.

isn't it tiring?
could just be that illusion,
what you have to believe.
believe not that you are tired,
believe that you are fatigue.

is there point?
pointlessness is a point,
not seeing it is a point,
not feeling it is a point,
just give another one instead.

the sky has lost its colour,
in absence, there is rain.

run and hide,
'cause you fear being remembered
as who and what you were.
was it so different back then?
or was back then who you actually are?
an obligation to the should,
and an escape from the would.

already in place is a solid wall between
presence and past,
and currently, a try at paving a clear road
between presence and future.

you, take off that mask.
i like the other one better.

wallflower,
observe to seek.