The Surface - Poem by Katerina Val
Is there something better
Than the surface?
Is there such a thing that greater
as the suppressed echoes?
And I question
Before the faces that didn't see
And I choose resurrection
For the shake of the souls
That can never make me feel complete
Is there such a strong thing
as the infinite?
Besides the loneliness
Is there any face more definite?
And it's really funny
How you distort ideas like freedom and reality
How you convert them into stories with true gravity
While they are just thoughts flowing
In an endless scary lullaby
And as I am trying to find a person more concrete
I slide back to the distracted
And as I am trying to stick back to the realised cold feet
I fall back to the evil scheme
My heart destructed
They try to see you constructed
When you are about to win
So that they can go on without knowing
But as they realise truth burns behind hiding
They feel surrounded
By the stupid guilt
Never believe me
But see through me
Hides the infinite.
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