Having the Time

I have so much time

To spend forever

And ever

Until there is no

Time anymore

But nothing

Important

To fill it

With

The Unknown

Beyond the obvious

Beyond the creeks

There is always the

Unknown

Terra Incontigo,

The land of the strange

Headfooters and dragons

A savage place where the cannibals

Live and thrive

Or maybe it is just another suburb

Just as gray and rainy

As this one

Dark matter

Driving through the north outskirts

Mixing old pagan landscapes and

Daft commercial spaces

Here and there Ghettos like

Fortresses on hills

Fast passing them by on the highway

While the snow keeps falling

Making the road risky

And slippery

This is my scene

My so called reality

Still an illusion

However much it hurts

Whatever happens

Happens beyond

This scenery

Inside of us

Here in between

Matter and space