The Great Commotion

Life is empty

But full of commotion

Happenings, events and funerals

People are dying and

Some others are being born

And in between where most of us are

Time passes by like the sun and

The moon

New Skies

Outside and inside

What we are

What we could be

This is it

This is now

Still changing into

Something different

Not like now but still

We are never the same

We never enter the same

River twice

The sun shines

Whatever happens

Passing By

Looking out of the window

Seeing the clouds passing by

Covering the pale blue sky

Makes think of why I left you

That bad night

Instead of taking the fight

But losing fights has been my life

And eventually you get tired of it