Perspective

It is different to become older

Your perspective changes

The future becomes the past

In reality, creating a paradox

Whatever you do, knowing

That it will not result in a bright

And better future just more

Ability to carry the burden

Of being oneself

The Fire

Destruction comes as a surprise

No one expected

The burning cathedral

Fire is still burning

But again, this is not a lost cause

Eventually the spires

Will rise again

Many decades from now

Grey Nights

Eternal grey clouds

Moving quickly over

The night sky

While I move across empty

Dark streets in the suburbs

Cold and tired after a

Long day,

I am received with

Angry words and demands

I do not know why

I am still here

In this sad position

It is like magic

Only the pine trees

Will be my witness

A Note To My Love

Long time ago

When you passed me by

In silence stroking my back gently

After many hundred of miles

Of sour feet and lonely walking

I know that we would not meet again

That short moment with you still stands apart

From the rest of my life

Your Words

Overworked, tired

Full of contractions and contradictions

The information and understanding

Of my predicament that you have

Your words made me stop and think

Feeling deadly tired like a wounded animal

I retreat to my cave

I do not want to be part of your world anymore

Still I will