Independent in the numbers

Quality of life has no numbers

Yet statistics tell me i am good.

Money and food i hunt and gather

To reach the end of the month,

Hugs are not measurable and

luckily

renewable.

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Jolly chocolate

The special moment has arrived

And the safe has been allowed to open.

Your hands have touched the comfort of the family

And bubbles have to flow.

After months of jolly chocolate

waiting for the reunion,

The people are together,

The life is shared,

This cake is at the centre of the table.

Warm like bread

The bed is too big for us,

Who search hands and check on each other.

The apartment is too big for us,

Who eat sitting nearby and from the same plate.

The city is too big for us,

Who share passions and destinations.

The world is too big for us,

Who travel together and fight the two body problem.

Bored at the desk

The duty and the honour

Of working and walking

While all i see

Is time going by

With no flavour.

Patiently i shout and consider

Possibilities and present chances

Inventing a new setting

For me, for us,

Where time is only in the background

And not so abundant.