wake up

very frequently, i tend to travel

through the visionaries' escapades;

they show me how their life stories

serve to betray the others' life stories;

waiting, on a blue sky, seems a parallel

which reminds the brain to exclaim, —

(the course of history repeats itself,

regularly)

(epochs change, but motivations

continue to stay the same)

the life, — a jagged emollient,

it bargains in the weight of words;

inevitable, it bleeds flattery' cosmology

of so-called gods on so-called devils;

humans tame humans, (but) who are

those more wildly than the others (...‽)

who are more dangerous… —

the friend or the enemy (...‽)

(the one who's kept outside the door

or the one let inside, consuming all)

(who evaporates first, blaming you

for each and every thing...‽)

where's the boundary of the friendship

to cope with not getting fucked down (…‽)

why others know what's better for your life

when their first rule is to feed you with fear

(robed in translucent silhouettes of times, 

reincarnated and confused, due to masks)

(…‽)

i found the child in me asking, and urging

— (wake up), it's expensive being dreamer.