Fink Thoughts

"The things that keep us apart, keep me alive
And the things that keep me alive, keep me alone

I didn't notice anything different
I didn't even notice"

- Fink, 'This is the thing'

Sometimes it Seems it Follows me Home

Sometimes, yet not always,
It creeps behind me as I walk past my door.

Unusual, yet expected,
It shadows in the corner speaking in between each thought.

I can see it, I can feel it.

I've been accused of manipulation.
I've been accused of greed.
It's not the first time.

Why does my confidence portray such behavior?
Haven't I made it clear that what I aim for is my tribal need?

You are not the first, and surely not the last.

Accursed it follows me home.
Unable to lose the trail for this unwanted actor in my scene.

Faithless to see it go away.

Drop the curtain, end the act?
Why?

In the end I will remain exactly where I stand now.
But I least, I will know I tried.

Beautiful and Untouchable

Today I lit up a candle in your name...

Beautiful and untouchable.

How come my own will
is the one that detains me
from bringing forth my passion for you?

For you...

Beautiful and untouchable.

Farewell

And the night fell upon our sunset...
The heat of day was washed away with each breath...
I had been here before, I had seen this in the past...

No more misfortunes, no more unwanted turns.
The end would be swift and painless.
A knife in plain view.

Your wings broken, my will unbent,
Such sorrow shared with passion.

Sometimes goodbye is a second chance,
Sometimes the end is the beginning.

Just make sure you keep it straight,
Set your North where it should be.
Think twice, don't hesitate, be smart.

I won't be there no more...
I won't hear your thoughts no more...

This time, I ride my own road...

Alone.

Catch a Breeze

Where lies what sea may hold?
If we follow the wind in a rush?

Never the contradiction fairly will unfold
Any plans hidden behind the bush.

Murdered beside the killer.
Speculating on the footprints of a cat

Who left forgotten his whisker
Somewhere back in the pull and push.

Damn will against will,
Damn your search for emotion.

Just like scrapping the door to be fed
Anything better than solitude.

Make haste, raise sails.
I hear a purr welcoming the wind.