my life

the moments,
melting into each other,
giving way,
each breath, to another,
what has life become
my soul, subdued by a tether.

these thoughts,
the ones, which make me worry.
Coming with a pace
A pace, not less than a flurry.
I dream harder,
harder it seems, but not in a hurry.
I still search,
search a land, where to myself bury.
to all screaming,
screaming a word, that just means Sorry.
yeah, these are the thoughts,
the ones, which make me worry.

it feels,
feels as if burning since ages.
it hurts,
hurts as if a fire ravages.
am falling,
falling there where none salvages.
am going,
going where there are no privilidges.
am dying,
dying like you all, doomed noble savages.
would come,
come here, where your god scavenges.

the moments,
melting into each other,
giving way,
each breath, to another,
what has life become
my soul, subdued by a tether.