end of may

in this sky tonight
the clouds radiate the sounds
as if i can hear only my insides
and as the horizon of this sea
gives me a reflection of myself
i realize this could be my last breath

from this very place that i stand
i start walking on an endless road
colliding with questions of my existence, knocking me down
and as i try to get up on my feet to fight back
i lose control and hit the ground

and here i think
if i died right now
would my words be heard?

on this canvas that i write on
i can read my self tired
of asking somebody if i'm still okay
when even myself do not know what to say
and here i ask louder
where am i going tonight?
i've already walked long miles
and i'm getting tired, i wanna stop

and from this seat in front of this fountain
i drown my eyes with sprinkles of water
along with tears i think
if i died right now
would my words be heard?


2006.06.01_59_end of may