Curvature in my head

Is the only dream that I have spelled out reality

Or is my world just an accidental dream

Does the curve in my head is called mentality

Is the waterfall now before or after the stream

I’m floating further on some thoughts full of air

Carried by new ideas and very old hypotheses

Driven by a sigh filled with a humble prayer

Can I really wait till the end of all the other species

Between going up and landing, there’s a gap

Where earthly time and gravity is non-existent

Where the skyline has no borders, no worldly map

Is mentioning the stardust in this spatial distant

Where I’ll be forever, where I’ll voluntarily unwrap

And melt together and just be, there’ll be no resistance.

04/05/2015

Dichter bij huis - Poet at home