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

Inside the Labyrinth

Losing my sense of self

Who I am

What I want

Everything becomes unclear

I am very lost here

With people very busy

And focused on them self

The pattern is built on pain

Avoiding and giving

And shame of course

Hard

I try to bread 
It is difficult
Do I have do this
All my life has been
filled with fear
Fear of failing, fear of not being accepted 
and here I am
again

Have to master
Have to be sure
Have to be something
Have to

And again
the wave of aging 
of changing
shape and posture
status and rank
Yesterday I met my
father
He were older to
and in the bookshop
our foreign minister
stood and read biographies 
of past politicians 
I greeted him because
life is sometimes better
when one takes
risks