In the middle of the transition,
A day of hope arrived
And the line of life takes a twist.
Unprecedented and unexpected
I find myself dreaming fearful
Of a new daily routine
and a new company.
Repetition-free
Consistency and authenticity
Border the road
Where I roam apparently free.
Direction is forward
On the long term,
But today i will go sideway
And free myself
From the restrain of the map
Of a well accepted career.
Surrounded
Time is not wasted,
As you think,
While staring at the horizon of today.
The mountains lay closer
And clouds are covering the sparse houses
And their lights.
Today, the valley is narrow
And hugs me with no escape.
Day scars
Tired of wearing my armour,
I rest careless on this wooden chair,
No care for winners or losers
But only for safe guardians
Of the everyday life.
Another day is over
With no fresh scars on my body
But invisible dry marks
Close to the heart.
Lost at sea
It is Difficult to see
What is behind my back
On this rare foggy day of summer.
I am stick on the present
and in the lack of memory of this grey cloud.
The direction is list for a moment
But the lighthouse is always on
Out there.
End of the day
A shoeless child runs through the fields
In a day that holds no promise.
Clouds are unwillingly gathering
And the green is starting to vanish.
My day reached its end
With few praises and many promises.
I know it is only for today
But this empty feeling cannot be stopped.
