Lost

Time passes quickly

What is the best thing

To do

What if…

The sky is getting darker

Gray clouds and some rain

Then the

Evening lights

And slow thoughts as a

Vague memory

Of another life

Absent Presence

The day passes quickly

And so is the night

When the mind is busy

With itself

Finding many ways

To run its course

Away from difficulties

And dangers

Consolation

It is not life itself

That brings you down

But the relations

The dysfunctional situation

The material conditions

All that can be changed

But changing the patterns

The thinking, the actions is something

Truly different

Things lose their meaning quickly

And then we are trapped in the quagmire

Waiting or even hoping to die

The City On The Hill

The road to the obscured city

Was not even paved

Only the donkey I met

Encouraged me to carry on

The inhabitants had mostly

Left long time ago

Finding more profitable

And happy life’s elsewhere

Only the old people remained

Biding their time

Overlooking the sea for prey