He suspended his thoughts on a wire so long;
Of indifference, drying them off in the song
Of the whistling wind of time’s cruel crossing,
Which rusty, but also shiny leaves away is tossing…
But the wire’s a lie and the wind pushes him hard
Towards his so postponed meeting with fate, a card
To open the gates of a new, awaiting world, lost
Amidst the clouds of future, blocking the view like frost…
But time moves, carrying around the world, the pain…
Only he stands still at the edge of the cliff, in disdain!
He sits by the crossroad, not wanting to choose, for
He fears his choice, his wish to open his soul’s door.
He’s pummelled into submission by his ravaging mind.
Dark sparkles of despair jump like none of their kind
Igniting his soul with desire for freedom, fuelled in fury
By the wind so strong, which whispers his dreaded jury…
There stand still Reason, Heart, Desire, Comfort, Prudence
Judging him, quarrelling, making him wait for the sentence.
He just sits, waiting in vain, torn apart, but not aside, as he stands,
He fights the urge to just choose a road, to take fate in his hands.
To his right, he sees a road losing its sight around walls…
He’s been through there; he doesn’t want to listen to its calls…
To his left, he sees a long harsh road raging up a mountain so steep
To freedom it may lead, also to nothingness… He must take the leap!
He holds his breath and looks for aid, but nothing lies around…
His own mind feasts on his disillusioned thoughts, bound
To be just ravaging catapults smashing the walls around his mind,
Crushing all its defences, pushing out indifference and its kind.
He takes the broken flag of hope in his hands and suddenly shouts.
The echo pierces through the land, his eyes acting like vigilant scouts
Searching for movement, but nothing pinches, the crossroad is still…
He would like not to think, not to see… But his mind can’t stay chill!