There’s Only One Good Reason to Die
Out of the corner of my eye I heard Your voice
For a split second my ears caught Your reflection
on a book written by countless different authors.
On the wind I felt Your smell, such a soft whisper.
I can barely listen to Your presence over the fire.
Such a vague image you form for my hands,
like watching a melody float around my atmosphere.
But yet Your presence is so absent.
You stand further than my eyesight.
Did You choose to handicap my ears?
My arms grew tired of being wide open
I see light flow trough high windows
hitting the painted ceilings of Your houses
every single time I enter them.
I hear Your demands transferred
by head to toe, dressed in white
servants claiming to be Your slaves.
I taste Your body in round-shaped
slices of bread soaked in red wine.
But all of this meaningless actions
seem to human to help me belief.
Why do You never visit?
Why don’t you send me a sign?
Has it been in front of me all of this time?
A never ending mystery,
impossible to solve with the 5 abilities You have given us.
As I stopped searching for meaning inside my head
I realize there is only one way to find an answer for my questions.
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