The War Mongers

There are many different

Types of war

Inner and outer

Sometimes they coincide

Sometimes not

But here we are

Waiting for the total war

While we are collecting

White stones on a tiny beach

In the afternoon

Getting Lost

To wiggle thorough existens

To get lost somewhere

Another bar, library, beach

Anywhere for the peace of mind

Closing the eyes

And enjoy

Road by the sea

The road is small and narrow

Winding through the pine forest

No tree knows your name or

Destiny,

Only the shadows of the past

That always hunts you

From dawn to dusk

Every minute of the day

They treated you terrible

And your scars still bleeds

After decades of meaningless therapy

The hope of reaping rewards

And achieving success is long gone

Left is only the eternal values of

The sea and beach the stormy

Hour when the day turns to dusk