Not Ever Drown In Vain

Whatever it might cost, a look into the future,

Forsaken but not lost,

Nor given in to torture,

Like noises in the wall, no one will notice,

You know you will fall

And drown in misfortune.

Crowned by the doom, you almost see it coming,

To stand or to give up,

You can figure nothing.

Then you retrace your steps, and when the world rejoices

You stumble back and forth,

You’re torn between the choices…

And the disaster gleams, beckoning the reverie

You’re dwelling into dreams

You know astral travelling,

Far away from scorns and senseless agitations

You’re breaking into thorns

Of anger and frustrations.

Strange as it may seem, another day of struggling

For something to redeem,

For something… just for something.

Knowing is cold, ignorance is starving,

All the mess you hold

Is pulling down – you’re drowning.

Water never burns  

In the gulfs of fire

Even if that means

Death of the desire,

Once the soul has turned

Face down in the mire

What is left behind

Will keep the noises quiet.