abyss

a glass of cold water
will wash down the rage,
this heat.
it's raining here now.

have the rain drops washed away
the roads to be taken?

nothing is clear, except imaginations
and loose assumptions.
and isn't everything based on them!?

i saw myself flying,
but downward.
and the wake-up moment never struck!

yet they keep murmuring:
"ignorance is bliss!"