As if

The waves of reality unfolding 

Noumena or not entering the stage and pretending reality to be part of their understanding

Now or then the door is still closed, the enlightenment was yesterday …today is the deep prison of self awareness 

Hoping on a plane ending up to unresolved pain entering the scene of an abduction

Time is up and we are still joking about responsibility

Well give me my coat I have to face the weather

Excuses my heart can make to unresolved enthusiasm of youth

Planning to forget this appointment again. cause iam deeply afraid to see the truth

and as we all know this can be less than fulfilling

The candle flame goes on till there is no more but the sun reveals himself every morning 

is this conducive to hope?

Hope is another name for transit time , take your time baby we are only here for an eternity

and I will knock on your door again… For sure