I wish

I wish this world to end
and something new to come.
I wish I know the truth
behind the veil of being.

The truth I surely knew
before I came to life
and force myself to be
in solid, frail shell.

I breathe the poison air
and drink some beverage
of wasted holy substance
that once the nature made.

My only wish - to see
beyond this strange existence
and feel beyond my senses
and know what's left unsaid.

Deceive me and I'll feel you.
Forgive me that I know
and show what's left out there
for me to understand.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2009 ©