Tears Of The Rose

Delirious

Chills raking my body
Cold claws dragging down
Shivering doesn't help
My wounds are numb, yet not
I feel so hot, hot that I sweat, yet
That sweat turns cold

Dizzying and flashing past
Face after face, blurred
Into a multitude of flesh coloured objects
Nothing more, nothing less
There a moment, gone the next
Just like our lives, isn't it?

And those cars, flashing colours
Still blurs, but faster
Are we those perhaps,
Youths rushing so recklessly forward
Not seeing, not looking anywhere but
Forward, and bright though they are
Not bright enough perhaps, to slow down
Are we they?
They who rush forward so eagerly,
Yet are but brighter blurs moving past
Just a little brighter, a little more
In this dark dull night

Perhaps delirious I am
Drunk? High on sugar? I know not
Only that I am conscious, alive
Thinking yet not, for my thoughts are
Incoherent, yet enough for now
Life is like a dream, a dazed dream
In which one wanders
From consciousness to unconsciousness
From light to darkness
I am in between, in the grey
Awake yet not, asleep with an eye open
Perhaps, I may wonder
If life is truly a lucid dream

What insight I have in the midst of
Such weariness and fatigue
Perhaps creativity and inspirations
Spark at the dullest and most blunt minds 
So as to spur them on to greater heights
Or maybe to mock the weaker ones
A mere mockery, a intelligent insult
So am I of the lowest, or of the highest?
To be blessed with sudden depth
Of the philosophies of life, one of many

Perhaps I am simply delirious
Rambling with little logic;
Perhaps this is humanity at its
Greatest moments yet poorest instances
Great be the knowledge, but
Poor be the consciousness and of the mind
Or perhaps, I have simply been fortunate
To chance upon such a spark of insight
In the darkest of hours in the dead of night

Are we candles in the night?
Radiant and beautiful lanterns
Standing tall, one by one
But the hour passes and wax drips
We shorten, but still burn ever brighter
Our tears flow faster, rivelets and seas
The entire oceans cry a bucket of wax
For us as we slouch and slump
Into a mess of tears and wax
Our light snuffed out and one more
Patch of darkness in the night

But I suppose
We'll become stars then
Will we be content in the sky
Shining and looking down
Or will we rewrite them?

I have strayed from the path of poetry
I presume, you think this is but
Nonsense sprouting from a dreamer
A half sleep deprived millenial talking
But I assure you
This is only the beginning

Just kidding
This is nothing but the end