How do you answer when someone asks,
"When will we see the end of the dusk?",
"What if our children come to the world,
and from the birth day have to be old?"

Your mind gets blank, and you turn around,
check if an escape is to be found,
in one of the cracks in that one tile,
on kitchen's wall, you took a long while,
to place correctly, and had to file,
for it to fit well and look just right,
and then a crack appeared overnight,
imagine my massive frustration!

"Anyway, how's your renovation?"

It's like there is a slow turbine,
that turns and churns my guts inside,
but when you ask if I am fine,
I'll say I am, I'll smile and hide,
the creeping darkness in my mind,
of dried-up blood and tears and pain,
felt by the hands noone could find,
before the bombs started to rain.

Cause I don't wanna sleep,
If that would make me see,
Another day alike,
Come sooner

The fleeting hours pass,
Though I wish they could just,
Slow down and let me think,
Let me breathe

Had only my eyes closed,
All future dreams arose,
Scared me not to open,
Them again

I thought the recipe,
For a happy human,
Can be read easily,
Help from a librarian,
I'll be served with the book,
Listing the ingredients,
Then with a passing look,
I'll note the expedients,
That must be collected,
I'll note the exact steps,
That must be adopted,
In the daily subjects,
Of the people I love,
That I wish I could make,
Happiness from the stove,
Purpose of life I'd bake

Like a layered sponge cake

Do not stare into the infinite light,
Open the window not, too bright, too bright...
As feet unravel soil beneath the soles,
Let worms arise, creeping through the pores,
Flat endless ceiling up overhead,
Unbounded vastness, should be instead
Understandable

Rage, rage against the dying of the mind