No Plans

I did not plan this

This was not my dream

Only tired reality

Options

Still the depression

Looms like a huge bird

Waiting for its pray

To come out into

The sunlight

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