do i feel real

i looked up to the sky and the clouds, in the rain in which i know

cak

transcending and yet i am here in the face of mortality
am i real
what is real, what i do or what i say does it have any impact on anything
my blood hits the floor, it pools into a strange design
and i play at being pragmatic, its just blood on the floor , of reason and not to which i know
it was a symbol of something beyond me
the patterns', the knot of knowledge i have come to respect
to know nothing of nothing of which  i came
the face in the mirror is a reflection of someone who is lost and yet found in the same breath
how should i feel..... lost in my own grand design of fate
the music of a piano playing lightly in the distant, brings me to tears
on the wind of a lullaby
and yet i am real
life fades into that darkness so easily
in my own mind
would i be missed ?
and yet those questions that i can never answer .............
the sun shines when the clouds part and i go towards the light
the melody stills plays on the wind

carrie ann kawa  5/2010


so dear underworld trolls like myself how are you today do you find your self in the mess of it all wishing for someone to deliver you from the cosmic nothingness and give you that kiss that one kiss that you feel in your toes and travels down your spine and you look into each other eyes and the world does not even exist ---yeah me tooo  

goodnight