909
You hear your voice today.
It comes from outside your head.
And now it returns in to your head.
Your voice is already some years old, like light from a distant star.
Almost invisible
it still intensely shines,
so you finally understand how it sounded.
It is a recording.
This was never what you meant to say.
You were trying to tell a story
but you robbed other people on their too sure views.
Then they would not be right to critizise you,
since you were a wide-minded soul.
Well, are you?
Now you are.
Now you find yourself nine times more curious
of what your friends really meant.
In real time you hardly listens
and seldom gives others a sign you've understood,
not even when you dare to believe you do.
You're so much into discovering your interpretations,
your fantasies about some knowledge
as well as other's awareness of those potential illusions.
Why couldn't you just relax
and test some things for awhile,
as if they were truly true!!!
Were you afraid to have to die?
Did you suspect you would lose their respect,
if you first seemed promising
and then afterwards became suspicious?
Which you, on the other side,
so seldom becomes...
Or do you just want to play God?
Yes is the answers.
And no way is the right way,
except those ones your willpower never left.
909
4 januari 2009
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