In the rain
we meet,
A tiny
feast is taking place.
We should
have done by now with harmless feelings.
Keeping
quiet is not a crime.
Too much
noise is never enough and yet,
We keep on
trying to escape the narrow path of life.
As
visitors, we are told that we are not allowed to play.
Like a Trojan
horse we work,
Witty minds
are dangerous.
Bullets are
penetrating the iron glass of our confident ego.
No proof is
necessary.
Too much
work will make Jack a dull boy.
Too much
love is dangerous.
Day by day
we magnify you.
My deepest
condolences for your family's loss.
I can’t
find comfort in your words.
We can
raise our glasses and make a toast.
Oh stranger…please
come back.