Forget

The truth
The glass ropes that bind me
The face that stares at me.
Buried in the past
The memories that haunt me
Are separate from the truth
That looks at me unknowing
That I'm looking right back
It's the end that I think of
In the darkness
In the peace
With the invisible path stretching out
In front of us
How can you see what is not there
and how can I forget what was.

Echoes

Freefalling inside the womb of a child
Waiting for the last drink
And the last drive home
Turning sidewards
Turning backwards
And closing my eyes

Walking forwards
Crossing the rivers
Hiding my footprints
And the echoes of my feet as they land