Explanations, determinations and reiterations
haze up the blue canvas of sky in my mind;
again, again, again, words play like on radio stations,
not knowing of the sunshine which hides behind.
Time, rhyme, lemon and lime –
all things different in the end add up to one whole,
showing us a confused burst of meaning
which none of us will ever grasp.
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Turmoil rules my mind.
A cloudless orbit through this life I can not find.
Choice and circumstance
form an avalanche:
waves of confusion engulf my serenity.
The end of the stream is concealed somewhere that I can’t see.
I wonder whether I shall care to search for my objective
while the only thoughts slithering through my mind are interjective?
I haven’t yet received orders from above me in the chain of command;
I surmise it is something I am supposed to demand.
But I crave to be free from this bureaucratic conglomeration
that everyone calls a new and independent nation.