Some never awaken

Some never awaken. In the endless stream of my consciousness, amidst shadows that open like flowers In the diffuse light of our drowsy existence, I also hibernate, a traveler wandering through the crystal labyrinth of time. Restlessness envelops me like a dark wave, Each minute slipping into the abyss of monotony. I no longer feel joy, only faint echoes flickering In the deep darkness, like the lost whispers of frozen dreams. Life flows past me, a river of translucent shadows, Work, roads, familiar faces, Shadows of a withered existence, wax dolls Dancing a silent ball in the stearic moonlight. But then, like a golden spark in the void, A word, a verse, a melody, Pierces the thick veil of my hibernation, A shock treatment that stirs my frozen soul. I wake up, startle as if I had seen A falling star in an endless sky. Blood flows in my veins again, The warmth of life envelopes me, the scent of pleasure Blooms on my lips like a forgotten smile. Through open eyes, I watch these shadows Carve their paths on darkened trails. Some will never awaken, But I have been blessed with the gift Of feeling my being reborn. Now I live every moment, every pulse As a dance of the spirit on the edge of eternity. Maybe one day, I too will become a shadow again, But until then, I run through life, Able to feel, to love, to burn. Some never awaken, But I have awakened, And life flows within me, A pure flame that defies the darkness.