there is always time like this
my words stifled in the mist
can’t go anywhere or sleep
until
I pour my whole heart out onto the page;
mentalities are the things
I’m interested in
not nationalities
dividing us in this
world melting pot
made of our flaws
becoming our disease
from our life on the run
while
we don’t look at others
and that always puzzles me
why we never look at the root cause
as the reason for it all?
it’s logical but rare
when the individual is pushed by this sense
in this world made of irrational things ;
one day I wish
to understand who or what is behind all this
and do not give a damn about it at the same time
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November – December 2022
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