Restless Body, Restless Stairs

Restless Body, Restless Stairs

There's something up there
some light, some love, maybe.
I can feel a smile up there
I can feel many things if I dare.

So why am I here in the shadows?
I lost my shadow here in the cold.

Why is this eternal night my prison?
Prison of nightmares, tears and fears.
I think I'm just glued to the ground
and I can't talk or make a sound.

So many things wrong and others I missed
that everything seems bad when I blink.
So many things I see that hurts me
that everything I'll see will do the same.
I think I'm just blind, I can only think
but it feels strange, Why am I here?

Maybe the memories of love, the reason,
the musical taste of skin full of colors,
sweet salt words eared by my blind eyes
or just the slow motion of a touch,
a touch that can stop time for eternity.
There's something that is too much...

The past, the present or even the future,
they hold a key for my question,
but that light in the stairs,
why they appear in my nightmares?

My dreams should be dark with no lights,
my steps shouldn't run from their fate
creating ideas and feelings in this body
already dead with no death date.

I should be in the shadows,
the light shouldn't exist at all
so why is this happening?
I don't need any hope or faith,
they just spin like a ball
filling my twisted mind with ilusions.

I think I'll go up that stairs
and light off that anoying light
that drives my invisible heart crazy
and turns my restless sleep lazy.

There's no tears to cry or moan,
there's no heart to turn me sad,
no smiles, no joys or feeling
so why am I here not walking.

Perhaps the flesh, the blood
is only refusing the solitude I feel
cause the body can't be controled,
he's always hungry for more to see.
And strange this unusual deal
where I can't choose where to be.

26/05/04