Every day I long to hear a voice
In which my will and love to transpose into.
It’s empty...everything...no choice...
To point at when I have nowhere to take myself to.
It’s empty and I don’t reckon the feel in me,
Whether I am worthy or waste for the wind
To take when there’s nothing left to see,
Or touch, or smell...or die...or be...
The fear...the fear will be the end of all,
Of laughter and of joy, of sorrow and of love,
We’ll drown in terror and into pain we’ll fall,
We’ll seek for peace and look aimlessly above.
I’m a foolish human, I’m like all that lives,
Alone and deep...and stupid as one can be,
I carry a burden in my head, all that it sees,
I take and toss and make it to be me.
I dream more than I consciously live
And then I weep for I will to find joy once more,
But then again all thoughts I sieve and sieve,
Until my mind and heart and core are sore.
Fall dear sky, fall beautifully over my shoulders,
Show me what a real burden feels like now.
Take me to a place where fire always smolders
For time stopped by but still lives on somehow.
Take me to a hill to breathe fresh air and then
Leave me lying on the ice with fire inside.
Let me fly and then let me rest in peace when
The fire trembling in me moves, trembling others,