Lost and Found

It was a moment ago
When there were no infinite possibilities
It was a moment later
When I realized infinity did exist
Two moments later
It seemed to be deceased
It was just a concept:
Limit taken of a function at it
Could never be reached

Living confined in a crate was hell
Escaping ostensibly a paradise
Lost, back to back to hell
Then I understood
It was a game of mentality
Just like the world which is round
The start was the end and the other way around
Experiences making us well-round
Lead back to back to back to hell and paradise
As if they both did coexist yet they were bifid.

A bowl of chips and a glass of coke
The smell of cigarettes
And some old stories untold
Back to back the haunting mood swings
Yet there is one who listens
Sharing the madness, making it sane
There is no reason to be arcane
As there is one who listens
Back to back to back with you
No matter, whatever you do
No matter, wherever you go
You know she’s true.

When eternity became a speculation
While the disbelief into religion has arisen
Whilst Hell and Heaven long forbidden
An evocation wakes you up, impossible to snooze
It whips you off, up high into the sky
You see the stars and don’t wonder why
“Why does everything have to be so complicated?”
Because now you know this is just another… sigh.

Beril
03/16/09