YOU…

Well, You hold my hand
As I sit beside the thorns
You are worried I might not sleep
Well, You can go in deep – so deep
You lose Yourself in me,
You can still wake up to smell the burn
You can still burn the hand You held…
Yes, You held when I was there
When I was busy – so busy
So busy in this crazy fire…
You’re drunk tonight,
You were drunk that night,
You run with open hair –
You float in the sky, feather light
You still dig the place I’m buried.
My fierce life, Your warm hand
You knew the way, I’m sure
Unscathed You were,
When You came out of water
You let the waves push me back…
Yes, You forgot to hold me back,
Just as You forgot to hold my hand,
Just as You forgot to put out the fire
The one that burnt all night and day
In the forest which made me lose my way
Yes, the wind was gone,
The leaves were awry
The birds were scared of some Unknown wrath
But You were drunk that night with fiery eyes
You ran, You flew with open hair
Yes, You knew Your way, I’m sure…
Dark times they were
Dark times they are,
When You forgot to hold my hand,
When I sat beside the thorns
And I got drunk
With the Great Unknowns.

Siddhartha.