There is this layer of vacuum
Enveloping everything that I do.
It pulls me into its depth,
And swallows the photons,
That swim like tadpoles
On the surface of my smiles.
And when it sucks into its core
The very meaning of my breaths,
I’m left helpless like a sheep on Mars;
And confused like the eyes of a hunted deer.
Soon I put on my wondering shoes,
And jog down the labyrinths of my mind.
Flipping over every memory,
Trying out every thought.
Searching for that elusive spark
Which keeps the embers of life glowing.
Sometimes I howl dolefully at the moon
Hoping for the answer that I lost.
And then I persuade my heart to fight hard
And get back the reason of my breaths
But the voice of my blood looks into my eyes lost
And throws me like a ghost in the night this thought:
‘How do you really fight a vacuum?’