Destiny as Architect of Shimmering Ruins
Destiny as Architect of Shimmering Ruins
once my life seemed better than the saddest dream,
destiny decided then to pay me a visit without warning,
drawing a very ingenious scheme of organized chaos,
that brought me to my knees but that was only the beginning of the end,
suddenly I looked around myself and saw so much nothing,
something that couldn't be possibly true in its certain falseness,
my life had ended yet I continued to die in life,
in clear perplexity I struggled to know what to do without doing,
nothing remained everything was there my vanished future was present,
but I had to quickly set something motionless into slow motion,
I had to regroup and sadly begin the old life anew,
but how to do it devoid of any emotion that suffocated me inside?
but I did it little by very much I advanced in place,
from what had been my original location toward the same changed path,
trying to find a way to belong nowhere at home,
and to fit into a new old space of familiar unknown,
the process was fast of slow the years came and left remaining,
I make correct mistakes sometimes I walk the wrong right path,
I try to memorize the right wrong words like a mute song,
and to learn life's roles as if they were acts from a played reality,
but what I know now although it took me a moment of eternity,
time that I didn't want or needed to lose finding,
was to live my own false ideal about what dead life means,
and to be falsely sincere with myself wherever and whoever I choose not to be!
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