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Sofia Grudnitckaia


Unfinished Castle

No darkness sheds a doubt on me

About the road that lies ahead,

The continuity of progress

I’m moving forward, step by step

Creeping towards an empty castle

Or maybe, just a crooked shed.

 

No light was ever in that building,

With outside rays avoiding sight

And not one creature on this crowded planet 

Knew that it was being built

But I.

I hold control, I command that action

With world full of my focus

Though battling through my distractions

I keep on going

Thinking that I know what will come next

And still, with every step, there is a test.

 

I move alone, and not one soul

Is with me now.

But there will be a ball,

With lights and drinks and songs.

And there, there will be all 

Who love and cherish, and adore

However, no message has been yet sent out

There was no signal yet at all.

 

My feet are restless,

Cracking through the road

A concrete line, and then a dirt path

Filled with toads. 

Than back to nature,

Though it’s often shy

Over a human it powers

And still it shines.

Unlike this path.

 

It slithers through the arching trees,

And as I walk, it seems I cannot breathe

Under the pressure of perfection

That flora placed on top of me.

The fauna seems to be asleep,

Resting eternally.

But it is steep

In the variety of life 

And joy, and shared warm worry

Not about arguing,

Or what I like to do - always say sorry.

No, the complex web of glory in the wild

Has yet no consciousness 

But has its own undoubted pride

Of what it is and how it watches

All or who dare here pass by.

 

Just I pass here, and walk, and walk

In solitude yet not confined 

I’m free just like a little piece 

Of ancient chalk

That broke off of another chalk

And as I walk, there are indeed the lines 

That have been drawn

By those, whos walks to me were parallel,

They let me know

Of how and why they reached the end.

 

As I go on and on, and as I just come closer

I see the roof, which seems to never be enclosing.

But building blocks are being laid 

With every step I made.

 

There will not be a roof

If I decide this path is just too easy for me.

Yet it will all be just a shed

If I will let the chalk lines stop me


 




Envoyé: 11:36 Fri, 22 March 2024 by : Sofia Grudnitckaia age : 16