FIRST SONG

Soon I will raise my voice,
My vice, my violence,
Against the soul,
The shoulder,
The shiny face of fate.
Soon I will find the pulse,
The pain, the panic.
I will soon grow
Over this lie, this life,
This tiring lane
In which I walk, we walk,
Unconsciously, unfrightened,
Unable to understand.
We soon might find
In fog this face, this flame,
This hum, this hail,
This hell we've earnt,
Learnt, burnt.
We soon might find ourselves
Praying far from faith,
Far from these whispers
In which life
Never gives you enough.
Wondering
How to find the calm.