Afternoon
Inert I lay
Through this endless day
Dry thoughts in a mindless cage
Nothing seems to change
I cannot go away
But I can no longer stay
Trapped inside this hole
Is there any honour or goal?
I close my eyes but I see
The solid bright lies in me
Twisting my innocent dreams
Nothing is what it seems
Inert I pray
Through this endless grey
Everything’s out of its place
Defeat all over my face
I cannot pretend to play
Silent lies I always say
Masking my hatred to this world
Between the said and the untold
I close my soul from greed
Denying what I don’t want to be
I’m the target for confusion
The perpetual acolyte of delusion
“Afternoon”
António Eryx Santos
16:25/28-01-1996
Funchal – Ilha da Madeira