under the light of a street lamb
Under the light of the streetlamp
it's just another misty night
into the cold i sit
on this old wooden bench
in the middle of an empty square
thinking of the place i would like to be
really far from the place i am right now
above the sky i believe there's a land
in which all ordeals and toils disappear
it is so shiny and bright
that all the shadows fade away at once
the kingdom of all pure hearts
indeed and home to all the braves...
there is no time for wondering
there ,cause there is actually no time at all...
only infinite landscapes of green ,filled with sweet lil creatures dressed in light, playing joyfully free of any duty and obligation,not thinking about tomorrow,or what the wind may brings for them,
just playing and breathing fresh air ,fresh air free of any kind of fume and despair,
above the clouds there is
another land,
a dream once told me so,
and if you're one of those who
remain dry in the acid rain,
someday you may be there...
so beware ,cause down here...
the world is so...the world is so vain...the visible life is a kingdom of pain...unknown monster-masters are setting the rules that you obey,,people are playing the game ,,,even though they wanna get away,they stay here feeding their fears
with fears...but there is no time for tears.cause tomorrow another empire of dust must be prepared,another new age babel for the rulers of this vain world.and you are the one who works for them,left out in the cold always doing as being told,an ex-soul being sold,in the name of gold!?
just don't fall in the trap,
cause when time is short,
darkness opens its mouth,
and naked you fall...
a poem by kostas papakonstantinou 28/9/2020 syntagma square 6 a.m.
