Intrusive blinding light: again the Sun has risen...
There’s nowhere we can hide! Somehow we have to live.
Dead leaves keep falling down according to the season.
Another day has come - a giver and a thief!
I go through empty flat to make myself some coffee:
There’s blackness in the cup, like deep inside of me.
“You have to buy your dreams a pretty wooden coffin,” –
So whispers the routine into my sleepy ears.
I draw aside the curtain. The windowpane is misted…
Another sip of blackness... Abandoned world, wake up!
We’re worth what we’ve been given! But something else is needed…
Who said it would be simple? Who says it won’t be hard?