Our life?
Is just a blink of time
Sometimes a farce
Typically a tragic comedy
Premature end or
The shell of being old
Some try to escape
To the absinthe of Absalom
I’m usually scared
To see the other side
The “doors of perception”
Or “soul migration”
Make me feel
As if I were numb
Maybe we’re just particles
Of light
Twirling between God and the dark
Our life?
Is just a pilgrimage through time
03.10.2015,
Bialystok city, Poland
