I'm sorry the thought is dead
It may have got to you
before I did

It is hard
And more hard to give in
If the universe is an artist
all by itself
I am running away from it
There is a difference now
that I can see that act
About it all being real
And not being real
even this breathing
or eating in fear and
fears, and then,
silence
and then
not living in lies
the first of universe hits
me
and I would rather
be
then being

You knew
yes all of this already
and yet all this again was not stupid
not stupid
may be hope,
yes, just that
and now it is real.