The myth of tomorrow

You bowed your head 

when you said you wouldn't.

Your walk got slower,

bandy and small.

You cover your face

and hold on to walls

hiding your secrets

from the starving cameras.

It's so quiet inside

but the body needs music

and the louder their halls

the less place for dance.

They must not notice

how you've kept your playlist

they must not see

you know the songs by heart.

They cannot see it.

Just one more day

and you'll put your belt on

and run through locked doors

without saying goodbye.

Oh how sweet melody

is the one that follows

those who have faith

to leave the army behind.

Don't turn back,

Orpheus wasn't wise.

Oblivion conquers soon

the pile of spoons and knives.

Tomorrow's rain will wash away

leftovers from the ground

and they will never see it

they could never concieve it.

ph. by Tilemahos Efthimiadis, Greek sculpture from 4th c. B.C.

& stay awake

Don't let them convince you

you've lost your inner child

when your eyes won't smile

it's not design that needs to change. 

Don't use their heavy brushes

you weren't meant to hold those

you weren't meant to control all

you know better ways to paint.

They can't take what you own

so they drain you to sleep

where you fight all of their dragons 

and forget all of your dreams. 

It takes one tune to wake

it takes one to cut the game

use your trigger now

to outsmart the pain. 

You're not standing in the shadows

you've always been home

you're lighter than a fire

and a dear friend of storm. 

Us creatures don't need wings

it's a myth to make us blue

to keep you from the skies

that belong to you.

The entrusted sword by Ilse Kleyn