How can you be surrounded by a sea of souls
and yet feeling completely alone?
How can a fire spread so fast
and yet no one see comming its warm and light?
Are we blind to see how the statues claim a voice?
Are we just too selfish to realize we're in need of a saving rope?
Going and ask for direction
walking after midnight wishing for the best
never knowing what is like to feel real affection
and atachment to anything besides yourself
Your legs are tired and you can't walk any longer
but here you go trying to look ready and stronger
Can you put it in the right words?
Just to make it as clear as water
But when you feel that cold touch
you feel that pain, you feel that cancer
skin to skin and from place to place
We're all following the same plot again
Maybe I'm just not ready yet
to face what the ancient ones had to face
The ruler becomes the slave tonight
The God becomes the faitful follower gifting smiles
All the Babylons become one
and the silence is turning into a new battlecry
NOTE: If you can find the meaning of this poem, send it to me, because to be honest, not even I knows what the f*ck this poem means