Nietzsche

Pain is everywhere Springing from the crown Of the head and like jellyfish Expanding proboscis Cover the whole body Till the end of the toes He collapses in epilepsy And lays there on the cold floor For the whole day Till the senses start coming Back the next morning He is starring at the ceiling In a desperate attempt To remember who he is He sees the face of his mother Holding him in her arms He is crying inconsolably Because of the unbearable pain Devouring the whole body He sees his mother shaking him And dropping him on the floor Where he lays unconscious And still the whole day Till the next morning He opens his eyes In desperate attempt To remember who he is And he sees the face Of his mother again The coursed cycle That never ends One more attempt He is on his knees Praying for help and for relief Till the pain dissipates slowly In the dawn of the morning He is exhausted after non Ending permanent torture The desk and the paper He reaches for a pen And starts writing feverishly His dreams take over And in one instant He is nowhere To be found In the real world But he is there behind The veil of inspiration Devoured by passion And overwhelmed by dreams Writing till exhaustion takes over And he collapses into dreamless Ethereal sleep till the next morning When pain wakes him up again Cursed circle that never ends He reaches the limit of hope And belief There is no relief Zarathustra comes into his dream And starts speaking of things To be achieved only in dreams Actions to be performed And ideas to be formed In deep overpowering sleep Under the blanket of night’s Secretive relief To climb the mountains To perform miracles To cross the canyons Up in the air without any despair And stand there with the whole World under his feet So he grabs Zarathustra With his week shaking hands And holds tight with sheer Power of his desperate mind That is left untouched by pain And not yet destroyed by disdain So he rides the world on The shoulders of a modern man Who outgrew the old times And challenged the minds Of the world sinking into reflections Of its own imperfections A moment of relief Standing high up in the sky Gives a desired peace But next morning comes along And the circle starts again on Overpowering pain with no relief And he loses any belief Like a little child abandoned by mother He cries inconsolably He screams to the world About his unbearable loneliness And in angry despair He announces the world That God disappeared He died long time ago But world did not know He screams at the top of his voice God is dead And is not coming back Cursed circle of non ending torture Of pain and despair God disappeared In to the darkness of square Of the bottomless sky Of his wounded mind God is dead and is not coming back