Excuses

Always finding

A brightly shadowed excuse

For being a coward

and not being honest

with those

who deserve it the most

For not looking directly

in the others' eyes

Not wanting to see their souls

Instead, communicating

in parallel universes

hurting each other

with babbling sounds

For going along the river

while my way would lead

me up the hill

For hating myself

and hurting others

Instead of changing at least

what I already hold in my hands

For complaining that

the sky is not blue enough

Without even looking up

For every word that

is not followed by it's own shadow,

the chance

to become reality

For being profane and sacred

simple and complicated

all at the same time

For hating and loving

For prejudging

then regretting

For all the vanity

simply part of being

Are you there?

Can you hear me?

Would you help my inner universe

become reality, if I asked you?