Scarecrow

a breath of despair
came from me by reality,
but i was nothing else than a dream
and as a dream i could walk forward.

everything is frightening,
the nightmare is part of dreams
and inside this void there is me.
A scarecrow on the field
fighting against the crows
that only wish to tell me their stories.

I'm the motionless fear
of myself
and the crows ask themselves, as i do,


"what am i capable of?"