Turbulence
The bumpy ride of life
is apt to normally get bumpier,
and there is nothing you can do about it.
There is music, and you have to face it,
because, if you don't, it'll still be there
to challenge and disturb you even more
if you suppress it or don't want to hear.
Let's face it. You are desperately lost in love,
the turbulence keeps harrowing your soul
and sabotaging all your life,
your worries bring you to the worst,
and passion tears apart your flesh,
while humid nights of filth grow into constant nightmares
which get constantly more difficult to wake up from,
and you are lost, completely at a loss and almost dead.
So what? Keep at it, struggle on,
and somehow you'll get out of bed
on shaky legs and get into your bar
to fill a steady glass that gets spilled out,
but some day it will all be finished anyway.
Keep loving, and keep tormenting yourself,
keep working, suffering and dying slowly day by day,
and one day, maybe, there will be some change...
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-07-04 at 10:18
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