Midnight thoughts
Ikmar

Does anyone care of a little lie
That grows little by little every day,
Till it becomes a little monster,
Little enough to cover our huge truth?

I can write.

Does someone have an idea
Of what we could do with our great ideas?
Can anyone sell me a tip of how to bring myself to absurd
Can anyone take the absurd out of his life?

I am tired.

Can anyone help me find the way to a bed?
Or to a resting place, where I could find
The ignorance to the impossibility of finding an answer?
Could I ignore finding the answer?

I will fall asleep.

Can the ocean actually hear the call of the moon,
Or is it just waving to it as saying adieu?
Can I dream peacefully, without being afraid of nightmares?
Am I dreaming?

I am dreaming.

Is the fact that I can think the proof that I exist?
Are my thoughts actually mine?
Is love the opposite of anything?
Was there ever a thing such as inexistence?

I am…

…not