Two years I am wandering
roads -rivers, clouds and lakes.
Felt lost and kind of tottering
I am counting mistakes
(Trying to rhyme,
to write in rhythm
but how to listen to it when silent prevails?
oh no again I'm rhyming talking about the veils ...)
Fed up with almost everything,
so angry in despair.
Smoke, alcohol and peppermint
are blending in the air.
I am not a poet baby.
Never was I one.
I'm flirting with eternity.
I' m coming from the sun.
A rollercoster up and down
life is, will be and was.
Life is a clown baby,
laughter in camouflage.
Two years I am wandering
the rest are now erased
Never give up wondering.
The dream you never chased,
go find it today.
