My Staccato

I sway as i type to this rhythm
I close and sway my eyelids along
I dream with my eyes open
Lest I miss reality

I do not feel the seconds passing by
I don't feel the burning beat in my heart
I do not feel the heat in my skin
I see my past,
for i know not any other
it has been a dream
What was it about?
How did it become?
Why i see it as a dream i know not,
But it has been what it has
So be it.

I feel cocaine retreating
I feel liquor flowing
I feel the fumes enabling me to breathe
doors close and open
Windows move on, they rest not
So be it.

I want to make a void and live aplenty there.
I want to write on no one
I savour not time
I do not count moments by time
I count them with me
So i will.

YOU were not there before
YOU will not be after
This is your chance for you to be YOU
Take it or surrender
So you shall.