Disturbed Minds

When I fail to see
the reasoning of my shortcomings,
all the questions
and all the answers
float where my mental mind cannot reach
so I pray kneeling against my God
in front of you,
when strings of my guitar have rusted away
and the birds have cut their wings
you lie like a dusted memory
that comes by once in a while
I will cry to my pretence
and wish you were here
In slow motion of our sexual fantasies
and in the days racing by
in the realm of reality
I wish for you and your untold lies
Perhaps we could fix everything now
and just like my paintings,
paint a life of mystery
that entails the names of our newborn
and a wooden house by the river
…and a perfect fantasy
in the realm of reality
Yes, it is perhaps now or never
I will open the doors
and let your unspoken words bid me farewell
Perhaps then I will realise the extent
of our disturb minds.

31.03.06