Kto Wie

Who knows. So much on the mind lately, where to even begin. Inspiration coming out of the ears. Wonderland is working by the second, sending out signals and messages, crushing us with freedom. Who wanted to be a statue, last forever, but go nowhere, who wanted to be stationary? Being stationary was all too common. I didn't want to move aimlessly, with no purpose or point to any movement, but just pondering never moving, a bird in a cage, was all too much. Rubik in his tank, could he ever be happy? I truly hope it could be so. The addiction to madness, and the faces and masks we all wear. When will I find a face without one? The Baddies and The Heart-breakers and the nightlife flying all around me. This jacket of armour for love will not be necessary. And you, and love, and you, and everything. It comes to me at the most unexpected of moments. It comes from almost anywhere. I want some of that pie, can we truly take a bite? Kto wie.