Sunday, March 13, 2005

Something I Wrote While Waiting for Maya 6 to Install

The Great Oak Tree

As she swiftly ran near floating over the river,
In the grand forest,
that which can only be comparable to the ancient amazon,
I felt complete.
I laid back on the magestic oak,
and dreamt a dream that is yet to end.

A nightmare,
where there is no love,
and substanceless faces of others forced to be near you.
No one hears you,
and when you die,
you live not in anyone's memories.

Oh God,
let me wake.

This endless nightmare will ruin my spirit,
I am afraid that the shallowness of a sixteen year old
adolecent will wash over me like the heavy burden that
weighs violently as the pugnent filth of the dead sea.

Oh God,
release me now.

For at least this time,
I know in hell what to expect:
An empty room where there is nothing,
not even me.
I am the room,
and I cannot invoke my own reality,
I am forced to live useless,
a billion years of waste.

Oh God,
please let me wake,
so that I can return to my full reality,
and escape this terrifying incarnation of my wasted self.
Life is purposeless here,
I am nothing.

Please God,
Awaken me from this nightmare,
this oak is cursed.


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