Coexistence

People seem to have an answer
For every question I have
They know where they will end up
In Paradise or hell
And they know the entire story
But I don't
And nothing can fulfill my strive for eternity
But the uncertain expansion of the universe.

I have a limited perspective
I know how the sky looks like every night
I know how I came wandering along the path
Whirling around my voice
Drunk
        So drunk
                   Too drunk
To thinking that I can
Feed my thirst that
Swallowed my hunger
And left the path without the Sufi.

I still have something to believe in
My broken imagination
My broken vows
My broken Myth
And I know I'm not being enough
I know I have to coexist with emptiness
So they can hear what I have to say
I am not the living Buddha
Not the salt of this earth
Nothing is holy for me
Except the moment when
I yell at the universe
And hear nothing back but
An old man whispering
Complaining.