Of what I fear

Life is a game,
every moment a fair play.
Come let's accept
every blind stroke of the
faultless brush,
let's rub off the sun
and steal the moon,
let's make them cry
blood of a hundred thousand daisies
and make them hear
our laughs of despair.
Do not fear, let's twist the world.
Who cares on rules, let your self be sold.
Humble yourself,
lick all faeces that the dogs can scatter.
Enhance your self,
change into a wolf and hunt some treasure.
Join a pack,
break each other's bones and see what we can find.
There is no God but we have his secret.
We are artists let's say it aloud,
"what is it that I can't do?"

I ponder and ponder this question
and I have to come to know
that I fear one thing most of all,
to peek into my own heart and see what is inside;
it is not the world but my heart that lacks all colors.
In the dark surrounded by nothingness
I ask myself, am I only a human after all?