When two are lonely
Choosing yourself over all around
Is a task to fulfill,
Wanting and excluding the present
Of any other mind
But still is it a burden
And joy in disappear,
One always half empty
Achieving the inner sanctification of the mind
One always half full
By staying in a safe cocoon behold to the blind.
Pleasing the senses
By the privilege one is given
To mirror your soul
With kindness in heart
Following no guidelines.
Re-orientating your blindspot
In a world that had too much to see,
And blinded the senses to feel
How to discover the pearl
When ones shell is cracked and has nothing to appeal ?
We march and march
Step by step
We see that the outer world and
The inner me
Are one piece in a big sea.
Do we hear the voice of a lonely
Wandering excess, ghosting through continents,
Silent souls with so dear open hearts,
Drowning minds suffering under knowledge
Distractions growing like shadows in
The late sun,
History haunting the present
as we seek the future,
Enjoyment and delight growing like dew
Over the early mornings
Blurring our minds, to feet
The passing time.