Need

My eye lids are too heavy to open
But tears find their way out.
The noise around me is senseless.
The crowd around me is alien
Standing in the corner behind the rails
Watching the nomads in grave.
But the fake smile still on
The coins in pocket still shine.
I’m afraid of the fear
I pray for the end
Patience for improvement exhausted.
Fresh souls need healing
New blood needed to flow
Directional strength to work miracle
But the dogma of fittest still exists
The blind race of slacks is on.
The destination is ignorance .
But eyes have to be opened
The load have to be brought down
In hope to see the new dawn.