Perfect Storm

Demons in my head
tell me what I felt
for so many years...

Knowing
that I need this.

Hoping
to see the storm,
and finally make sure
I am not alone!

It defies logic; obsession, and that's it. I've longed for it,
barely visible, promising nothing, but I believe in this feeling...

For a moment, it seems as if hopes and dreams
will crash on the rocky ridges of reality,
but just for a moment, just for a moment…

We shouldn't leave before the storm,
we should embrace it, face it, merge with it.
We're heading for the warmth,
even though we're not the Gulf Stream.
My core finds true colors,
and then... the storm whispered to me:

«To ride that swell, trust me, and don’t be afraid.
Say farewell to your fears, be fair with yourself.
It’s the only time you will genuinely dwell,
there won't be another chance».

And then… my breath gets taken away
I’ve thrown off my chains!

…Oh well, I told you so,
I’m such a walker on the edge…
Not you! Or maybe you will try it too?

Cause so many words, mate,
I’m done, look at my face:

How many words,
how many prayers
from people who
alive enjoy their fucking graves
(like you!)