K – id

The tower of Baradur,
the Eye overseeing
everybody‘s doom
enclosed in the sea
full of sharks
swimming around the tower
in the dark

Constant storms,
thunder, lightning
always wrestling
always fighting.

The Eye seeing it all
so bored, so tired,
all alone
after everybody got fired.

Just the right moment
to change the shift
recharging
the wasteland
needs some farming.

What an idea!
Well… why not?
Let ‘s plant some forests
so it won ‘t be so hot…

Let ‘s get those big ones
reaching the sky
people can climb up and…
have some fun…

The Eye got sleepy,
closed the lid
the one who used his chance
was a man named K-id.

In these creative times
of many disasters
those people do well
who change their master.

Move on, use the moment!
Faster, faster!

Faster, faster,
don ‘t waste your time
don ‘t look backwards
and you ‘ll be fine.

It‘s harder, isn‘t it?
Memories…like heavy clouds
He ‘s determined,
but also having doubts.

What an enormous task
to recycle the past
when building blocks
are melted rocks.

Luckily he has
the most precious gift
thinking outside the box.

So up he goes
to the mountain
it‘s easier to connect there
with his fountain

inside his head
grass as a pillow,
flowers for the bed.

He fell asleep
after all those climbing
sleeping peacefully
found a good hiding place.

Won‘t be so easy
to spot his face
hidden underneath a mask
made especially for this task.

Looks like a regular
office guy
uniform
and even a tie…

Like a clerk
on his day off
in the nature
because of that terrible cough…

Not daring to say
what he wants
to that monster
to his boss.

If he dares,
everything will get lost.

The career steps he‘s taking
on that shaking ladder
slowly, surely,
unlike a feather.

Landing on his palm,
making him feel less anxious,
much more calm.

He takes it,
tickle his arm
feeling grateful
for this sign.

Once everything‘s over
he’ll be free
it‘s worthy
no matter the fee.

And then the rest can see
for themselves
how they were less than trophies
on the Eye ‘s shelves.

Brainless creatures,
empty shells,
doing things,
which don‘t make sense.

Light as a feather
in the future
heavy boots now
all those shoulds
all those coulds

marching through the battlefields
makes one forget
how one really feels.

Underneath the anger
hiding sadness
if only the world
wasn’t such madness…

Me against the world.
Who ‘s the world?
It‘s me!
Once I get it,
I‘ll be free.

Revolution
from the inside out.
It‘s scary to whisper,
easier to shout.

Revolution won‘t lead to evolution,
if not resolving
mistakes from the past
past mistakes
better real tears
than smile, which‘s fake.

K as in key
for a new identity.
New ID, new passport
will get you toa different port.

The password however
might be unknown yet.
He tried several,
the closest one being marionette.

Is he really playing,
some kind of a role?
Will he ever
become whole?

Oh, yes…once he forgives, forgets…
let go…and rests…

If the building blocks are rotten,
they better be forgotten.
What about starting from scratch?

Yes, this land should’ve been his
but it‘s wasteland
without trees.

Give me your hand,
the one with feather
let me read
from your palm.

Yes, exactly as I thought
it says you’ll shine!

Don‘t go to Baradur,
turn left!
Don‘t listen to the old desires,
pretend to be deaf.

Choose the right people
as your company,
listen to your heart,
listen carefully.

Don‘t let your wishes
cloud your visions,
you cannot skip
the order of seasons

just because it suits your plan.
Your higher self
might have a different one.
You‘ll succeed,
when you align.

Finding the right rhythm,
the right beat
is not the same as
drumming with too much frenzy,
too much heat.

The journey to the Arctic
proved to be cathartic.
It freed him of his past desire
to set Baradur/ the Eye on fire.

It made him focus on purification
rather than fortification.

Many wishes were denied,
because they were not aligned
and those granted
not appreciated enough.

The new ones,
their origins understood
became much more delicious,
nutritious food.

What do I really want?
What is that I need?
Had to be examined, asked.
He understood,
this was the biggest task.

Did the Eye open?
Yes, eventually,
but it didn‘t affect him,
he kept sleeping peacefully.

Because every day
he woke up,
he chose to see the light

stopped blaming the others,
wanting to be right…

The wasteland‘s not real,
serves just as a stage
for the real change.

The landscape we see
is our reflection,
not our enemy.

Treat all there is
with respect and affection,
forgive…

Getting to know yourself,
awareness is the key
to new chances,
new identity.

Work on your beliefs
it’s the best advice.
You master yourself,
the rest will align,

What do you believe
to be yourself
might not be true,
might belong to someone else.

What do you want to possess?
What makes you feel obsessed?

Lucifer used to be a winged creature
the light contained in the name
yet another feature…

Lost the wings
along the way
We too need to reclaim…

to grow new wings
is our right
the only one worthy
worthy the fight.

Let those sharks swimming
get on the shore,
ask them to help you
become whole.

Observe their shape,
don‘t try to change them,
change yourself!

Birds of paradise,
birds of prey.
Who to fly with?
Who to let stay

on the ground?
Battlefields might be exciting,
flying over them even more fun.

Flying together,
with like-minded creatures
building communities
is THEIR feature.

The words commune, communion,
less separation,
more union.

Keep an eye
on the building blocks!
They should be of solid light
to attract the right flocks.

Suspicious, enclosed society,
or shifters
shifting current reality?

Create a current
begin with a stream,
create something
the Eye‘s never seen…