Wednesday, 25 July 2012

the next life may not come easy

i lead a sheltered existence
within these walls the cares are few
but my house was built close to the water
i harbour many tears
from the bottomless well i draw up
memories of forgotten existences

the world's suffering
existential desperation
anger and compassion

in this life 
how fortunate i have been
showered with blessings
really! life has been easy

idealism dried up unnoticed

tired i water my tiny patch
with existentialist despair
keep the beans on my own plate
and the cold winds out

strong roof solid walls
i tied myself to illusions



spreading outwards
in circles ever widening
from a fearless centre

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