Monday, January 28, 2008
A man had a dream.
Walking in the night, sleepy and awake at the same time. Been trying to kick the habit for some time, but now he enters the store for the cigrettes and sweets. Drawing a stick from the pack, he cannot stop thinking how nicely packed those things are. Neat on the outside, deadly in the content. Lighting the stick with a matchstick, he inhales, sensing the familiar taste in his mouth. For a brief moment, he was alive again.
He looks across to the stairs at the pavement, at the others who share the sleepless night with him. Ignorant kids with bad company. And now they are leaving, discussing their next destination. A goal in a meaningless life. He strolls to the stairs, wanting to sit down where the previous group has left. Don't feel like smearing his newly changed jean, but still he settles down. Just like alot of other stuff in his life, doing things he does not want.
He ponders, though he isn't aware what exactly. In the chilling night, he sits wondering. Then out of nowhere, the lyrics come to him, prompting him to the memories of a past which is not too far way. He wanders into the past, losing his way, dream and reality tangle. Only the song follows.
" i know i know, you have to go, so hurry back home, 'cos i miss you so...."
it is just sooner or later
4:00 AM