Agony

Agony I - Existence

I am looking, I am searching
I am sure I’ve opened my eyes
But I can't see you.

I am listening, I am paying attention
I am sure I’ve opened my ears
but I can't hear you
do you still exist?

I am feeling, I am running around
I take hold of all and then let go
but I can't feel you, I can't touch you
do you really exist?

I open my mouth, my tongue stays dry
I open my mind, my thoughts ask why
I can't taste you, I can't think of you
are you real?
Do we exist at all?

Or are we just an impasse of thought?

Agony II – Point of life

An obsolete illusion
a fear for things that are not
and never could be.

A common dream
a like for same old images
a shared fantasy.

I wander in my dream
not a person, just a silhouette
there’s no point in being real
if agony is all you’ll ever get.

Why should we learn when we forget?
Why should we sin and then repent?
There is no point of life
when we all die in the end.

We over-develope our consciousness
we think too much, we meditate
and with it kill the essence of life
and all our instinct will fade away.

We don’t know how to see
we don’t know how to free
the disbelief in you and me
what we get is what we see
only agony.

What lies between hope and despair?
The point of life...
but who cares?

Agony III – Nevermore

I had a new dream
and it revealed
my mind luciditized
and wasted agony.

The self-realization
that I have to start
to travel now
and find my heart.

We can escape
the agitation
and develope
our illusion.

Come to me
come and join
and I’ll show you
life’s point.