Covers

What are we?

Where are we?

This autumn

When smoke and ashes

Covers the earth

Soon snow will cover

This land,

but the winter

Will not be like

Before

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

Things To Be Done

Whatever can be done

And how

I don’t know

Empty speeches

Will not change

Anything but

Create another

Great illusion

Time and time again

We relive and

Escape the fact

That action must

Be taken in the relevant task

Otherwise we will get very lost

Glacier Time

Change is a different

Thing

Something difficult

Finding

This slow process

As a glacier

Slowly moving

Towards the sea

Another Future

The future has change

Form, shape and feature

We need to settle this

But no one knows

Who will win

Can there be a winner?

But rule and the game of the rule

Has changed

Limited Options

The entrance that once was so big and dominant

Have become small and well hidden

Maybe it is not even possible to enter

The once great building in the city centre

That use to be very prominent

Now is just a discreet part of the street

Avoiding being noticed in every way

It’s balconies tremble and not

Even the desperate smokers

Venture out thereby jeopardizing

Their life and future

Age changes us but still

We remain remarkably the same