At 60kmph in the rain,
I'm the head in the
Confinement of the
Helmet.
While I walk throwing
My steps against the
Blackness of the asphalt.
I'm the insignificant force
Per square feet.
As I hold this pen,
Trying to gather thoughts
To ram them against
This martyred sheet
Of trees..
I'm the illegible trace
Of the lines.
Coming up with heavy
Steps, tired.
Becoming the thud of
The door.
Spreading myself by
Becoming the bed.
Then the coldness of
The slow-rotating fan.
The mind goes numb,
The eyes slowly close.
The exquisite comfort of
The sleep invades-
Now, I'm anybody,
Everybody and nobody.
Only in the existential
Nothingness of slumber-
I'm complete.
I'm the head in the
Confinement of the
Helmet.
While I walk throwing
My steps against the
Blackness of the asphalt.
I'm the insignificant force
Per square feet.
As I hold this pen,
Trying to gather thoughts
To ram them against
This martyred sheet
Of trees..
I'm the illegible trace
Of the lines.
Coming up with heavy
Steps, tired.
Becoming the thud of
The door.
Spreading myself by
Becoming the bed.
Then the coldness of
The slow-rotating fan.
The mind goes numb,
The eyes slowly close.
The exquisite comfort of
The sleep invades-
Now, I'm anybody,
Everybody and nobody.
Only in the existential
Nothingness of slumber-
I'm complete.
I'm whole.