The Game

No energy

No no

No hope

No no

The losers game

End with pain

Whatever you do

Playfulness

We felt the Disruption and

A frustration of the given order

That was slowly collapsing

In front of our eyes

The winter kept us safe

Stable

“Saving a little life in dry tubers”

Now that the winter was gone

The Spring of darkness in January

Spreading its demonic joy

While the polar vortex

Was fighting in the north

Our life took a different

Direction

Feeding the chaos and anxiety

Messing up our perfect

Spot on the planet

We could resist but choose

To go mad and join the game

Act One

Tumbling around in town

Listening to people talking

While the sun sets

The city is empty and quiet

Frozen in time

A twentieth century drama

With rich and poor

Industrialist and workers

Artist and orderly office clerks

Playing their role in the game of

Being

Life is a madman’s game

You can play it well

But whatever you do

He sets the rules

They are changing

All the time

When he

Suddenly out of a wim

Changing his mind

You on the receiving end

No one there to support

You all alone

You try to stand

While he is beating

You bad

Then he leaves you in the gutter

This is my game he says

Smiling and walk away

You have to get home

To prepare for

The next day

In the game

Sand

Leaf and bling on the groundWhat did I learn?

In this isolated corner

In this reincarnation

In this illusion

That is so real

I close my eyes

And remember

A distant beach

Mikro Vigla, Naxos

More than 30 years ago

The sun shining so intensive

The too blue sea and the rocks

There I meet myself for the first time

And the future seemed so bright

The eternal nature of our souls always promise

Renewal and hope

But the memory is like writing in the sand