25 AM - Svoy

I don’t want the years pass by this way

Thought while motionless I lay

I woke up at 25 AM

Did I get where I had thought of then

Dazzling riches looming from afar

Sought all morning for my fortune star

Did I taint, belittle, condescend

Pose as stoic-battle-till-the-end

Puzzled, baffled, daring face awry

Fishing vainly in a pond of sky

Pointing fingers, blaming who and when

Let me murmur how it all began:

I abandoned grace’s outskirts

When I fell to littering with thoughts

Dread is beating fiercely through my cells

From a conquered place where firmly dwells

Rather sickening than cheering up

Inner questioning I’d die to stop

Was I born into a swarm of flies

Or degraded minded-otherwise

Was I eager like a dumb swine

Seeking acorns by a dead pine

Boredom in paradise…

As I’m crawling, clutching at the dirt

If I founder, if I sink distraught

All the difference that my presence made

For an age of quiet I’d like to trade