9.05.2010

it's just a tip of an iceberg

you're on top, then it makes you are higher than us, people.
average people.
you're on top now, you're smelling the air, you're touching the sky, you feel the heavinly grass on your bear feet, you feel the breeze goes through your cheeks, it's fresh, it's new.
you're on top now, which makes you very high.
you're lying on the ground, closing your eyes, covering up your ears, the grass are slightly running through your fingers, you're leaving at the moment, you're fresh, you're new.
you're not aware what is happening down there, below you. you're blinded, not seeing what is really going on outside, you've built a shield.
that shield makes you float, yet cannot be touched. you're there on top, higher than us, floating.
you're on top, and you're screaming loudly at my ears and or maybe to the world.
yes, i get it. you're on it now, higher than me, higher than any of us.
i do get it, you're on top now, and i do understand how and why. you dont need to scream more and louder, cause i do get it.
you're unusuall, you're screaming and i wont waste my energy to talk, so it makes me a listener.
i do my job, i listened to every scream.
im your audience,
and you're making a huge cookie that couldnt even fit in your own mouth.
now,
you hand me a rope, just to tied my tounge,
so i tied it. with your help.
then you run towards the light, feeling the joy, feeling the pleasure, feeling secure.
and down there is just the opposite, but you wont come down yet.
im starting to choke,
you've been feeding me the giant cookie you've made,
it makes me feel sick.
but you couldnt careless.

so..
youre on the very top now,
you feel like you're watching everything below you, knowing everything down there..
you feel..
the fact is that you're not..
not everything, you missed some, not everyone, you missed some.
then, you're still holding the ground, you're still on top of everything,
so let say, you're watching some, knowing some..
you're playing god in that little scheme.
that little scheme, is a little freakshow. you're playing god...
and oh im overwhelmed.
you're playing god, you think you're listening to everything, you're being fair, and give a good balance of justice..
you think..
no, you missed some.
you're way up there, forgetting the solid ground, forgetting that at some point you have to come down, back here.

and what it is for me is there, watching you being overjoyed by the bliss of being that far high, you smell it all, you're touching everything, grabbing, feels everything running againts your skin.

ive dived deep, into the water, climbed from the very bottom of it.
and yes,
you're on top of an iceberg, without knowing what is there at the bottom,
down deep, there is me, watching you go higher.
i should warn you, you might end up here..
but i wont,
because you're on top in a shield covered everything, and playing god.

dont scream, i get it.
dont scream, i'll already know.