I ran upwards
I ran upwards though my soul was chasing itself
downhill,
a body deprived of hopes,
a boulder against the wind.
Horizon lines
of worlds apart
embraced each other,
behind the top.
Trees failed to stop my soul,
happiness failed to stop my body.
I flew and I rolled,
torn in two essential dilemmas...
To fail or to succeed?
To live or to fall prey...
to myself... to the world...
to my unspoken horrors.
To die or to fall prisoner
to reality? To deceit?
To myself...
I ran upwards, among figures of people,
and angels,
and trees,
past God.
And when my soul hit the bottom,
my body found pieces
of the Zenith, the bridge, the alley to conquer,
beyond time and meaning,
for my soul was a conqueror,
and my body
fell dead.