Interregnum

The city, great and prosperous

Leaves no stone

Untouched for profit

Temporary empty

The people went on holiday

And the grey confined buildings

Remains as a memory of better or

Worse times to come or go

Limbo

Placed in limbo

Lost for words

Thinking future

Meeting the past

Circular mind

Getting lost in the evening

That is ok a great process

Still not nice to be here

In the middle of between

Backward Journey

Moving slowly

No sleep makes you that way

This is the final notice

This is it

No more excuses

Just start living now

Or just a little bit

More sleep

Nightlife

Another sleepless night

Another week

Another year

Still writing, still thinking

Life could be worse and better

The sun keeps rising

Every day

Words, Words, Words

The meaning is lost

In all those words

Wasted away on trying

To understand and seeing

Meaning in trivia and empty

Words and again more words

Soon the night will fall

Eventually