I cannot see

09 noviembre 2007

I cannot see

I would really like to be able to shout "the path is clear" but my eyes cannot see it.

Everything is dark. The road has been buried for my sight. I cannot see anything. Where am I? Much mor important: where I was going to? Where I want to go?

There is no path without goal. All the roads aren't headed to Rome, every road is headed to somewhere. I am going nowhere.

I am lost. Lost in the night of the city, where everything is lamp-lighted, everything but the real life. Standing out there, staring at the dark sky. I cannot see the stars, covered by the smoke of our hearts, although I can hear the worlds collide.

I do not know where to go now. When lost, we are told to stop and wait for someone to find us. But sometimes it happens to be found by many people. Each of them will tell you different ways. And you are now even more lost. There has to be somewhere else.

I can feel the time passing at me. It looks at me saying "come on, catch me. Do not let me go! I just keep walking in circles. I need to sit down. I need to breathe, I need to think. I need to empty mi mind. I need to remember where I am, remember where I was going to. I have to stop. I cannot hear myself. Who was I? Who am I?

I cannot see me. I think I can hear someone calling me inside. Maybe there's someone trapped inside me. I need to hear, I need to know.

Just me. It has to be me. I am locked here in the streets. I am prisioner of the world. Maybe I just need to find home. I have to find somewhere safe to sleep.

I cannot hear me. I have to find somewhere quiet to hear me. I am lost in the maze of Me.

Where's my wallet? I think there something may tell me who I was supposed to be. No. Just a name. It brings me some memories, nothing more.

It is starting to be quiet out here. Where is my home? Am I looking for home or am I looking for a new place? Or both?

It is getting darker than black. I will be forgotten.

Maybe this is what I need. I need somewhere to think somewhere to find out.

I can feel time passing me by, painfully. I cannot stand it anymore. I am so terrified that I cannot do anything to stop it. I am paralized.

Trees covering the woods?

I am watching me leaving, everything is quiet. I hope I understand it. White horses running through the forest. Their breathe is getting solid. I may be hearing a shout. What are you doing?

You should leave the city, leave Vegas at once. Too much light, too much noise. Too much people too many things happening at the time. You need to stop the clock. No matter what you're thinking about. No matter what they said or do. It is time for listening me breathe. You have to make a break. Stop. Think. You are low on staminna. I know, I know, you were used to run without rest. You did not need to look behind you. You did not need to close your eyes and sleep. I know. But you need it now.

YOU NEED TO CLOSE YOUR EYES TO SEE

------ The path is clear though no eyes can see

Genesis, Firth of the fifth

-----I’m not calling for a second chance
I’m screaming at the top of my voice
Give me reason, but don’t give me choice
Cause I’ll just make the same mistake again

---James Blunt, Same Mistake