I know I’m blind,
Cause sometimes I see.
I know I’m strong,
As I’m also weak.
I know life is made of Or and If,
But also from And and With.
Walking the lines of consciousness,
I fall in the void for a better balance.
Upside down a sense of order,
While in flatland it’s such a mess.
Humans are full of heights and depths,
Rocks, volcanoes, and cliffs,
Water, rivers, and abysses.
I know the absurd makes a lot of sense
And reason may be a mask for madness.
I know truths and lies sometimes seem the same,
I see good and bad as two sides of the same coin.
Haunting a strange body,
I let my thoughts flow from my soul,
Shouting, laughing, …
Passenger of a strange world,
I travel on my way to Home,
Finding It, losing It, …