Sliding

The way of nothing. 
The road to something. 

Take a hand, 
Walk the pitted path. 

Feel the awkwardness of living 
Moving through your soul. 

Become accustomed to the flesh once more, 
Go through the required motions. 

Speak of mundane 
And smile politely. 

Walk upright 
And hide your beauty. 

Forget the past 
And ignore the unseen. 

Can we see what will come 
Or hold a piece of what once was? 

Open your many eyes, 
Let truth be revealed, 

And we'll walk upon eternity 
To knock on the universe's door. 
 
İLMH 2002