Touch

I wish i could touch

My life through the passing landscape.

Just through my eyes,

The story unrolls

And leaves no mark.

It is not forgotten

What made today singular

But not material

And only mine.

Secret me

The little noise repeats itself
And pushed me to the ground
At the of this day of no events.
A letter, a comment, a wish
To keep private
To be me.

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.

Low fences

The rigid walls of a predefined career
Are easy to aspire to
And reassuring when thinking about the future.
Walls that delimit a job,
That Somebody else has designed
Are very high and the missing view
Is sadly breathtaking.

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