Stones covering the view like a curtain in front of your eyes,
Hard to see but not too hard to feel what behind the stone wall,
In the middle of a fun conversation,
Two young guys talking about their love,
Unaware of sharing their secrets and my loneliness,
On my side of the wall, me listening to but not responding,
Afraid of scaring them with my words,
Running away friends leave me alone by myself,
Afraid to be a catastrophic man again.
Boxes all around,
In your head and your head in a box,
Small box is in another big box,
All the world is a large box,
And your eyes is another one,
Everything is boxed,
What is happened to the minds in the boxes?
Do they still reside in the boxes,
Sometimes they are out of the small box,
But always in the big box,
That makes them a round box,
And everything is really boxed.
Fully satisfied never understands hungrier,
How about hungrier,
He never had a time to think about fully satisfied,
Hunger and satisfaction,
Either two opponents existing in the non-presence of the other,
Or two parts their existence depend on each other?
Strangers to strangers, Please make peace even it is strange to you strangers,
Strange to think, strange to feel, even strange to touch the strange,
Do you know to express? even it is strange,
And the strangest thing to ask,
Are you alive or is it strange also?
Anyone feeling the closing spring
A few days later or a few hours or maybe afew minutes away
When all the doors closed
A little shining from the half open window
Something shining is getting closer
Spring, should be spring and joy closing
Aftermate, when all people dissappeared
The sun over there after storm
Time to feel the warm after cold
Time to see the rise of the sun
No fear from the dark anymore
Perhaps life starts again, time to be together
Leave the houses and find the life again
Nobody knows, who knows,
Some answers keeping all the other answers,
Everything happens by itself, All the probabilities hidden in it,
One step ahead is a deep well to live hell or entrance to heaven life,
Who knows, actually nobody knows,
What to do, how to do, to be serious or kidding the life,
All around dangers surrounded, a mined land, the life,
The life, full of blossoms, happiness, joy,
What you see is what you would like to see,
Maybe the enforcements from unknown, maybe just ourselves,
Could anyone say the truth?
But always easier to lie,
The same destination, who knows what to know, what we know.
Little creatures, Humanbeing, animals, plants,
Nothing is big,
Could something change anything in this world? ,
Only the destroyers pretending to be the great changers,
Going through the painfull end,
All is passing by,
Beauty, foods and all colorful images in the mind,
Then dissappearing being invisible,
Could anyone catch one of them,
After being left behind?
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