Reality hits you
like a pan on the face
when you walk quietly home
or wait for a bus you do not care about.
You will feel its hit
making your eyes wet
and a sad version of your your future
come into focus.
Your legs will rebel and you will search for alternatives
from that moment on.
Future in the rain
Pointy and curious
The rain pokes my face
Carelessly
On a Monday of busy with procrastinating
My future.
Don’t stop,
It keeps me awake
and anchored to the present,
The only certain thing I have.
Night thoughts
Eyes staring in the dark
For the river flowing in your head.
Millions thoughts of no taste
Refuse to leave you.
No value resides
In what keeps you awake and worried.
The value shines in the day
And stays on your lips.
