I like the pictures

you paint for me

~

but I am curious

about the one

you partially hide

~

you know

~

a hint

of a veil

makes you wonder

of what it is

or not

There is this crossing

that I go back to

whenever I am hungry

~

I will sit in the grass

besides these grey

pillars

and look to the other side

where I have been

just came from

and want to go to

~

somewhere in the middle

of this passage

I can look far

for a moment

at the horizon

and I feel

complete

~

but I like to sit here

still

in the grass

to

besides these grey

pillars

I worked hard

on this vessel

~

it is still floating

adrift

with the current

~

towards the sunset

away from its rise

~

a deeper sea

is what I feel

Breaking point

or not

~

that is the question

By now

you can say

we stare at it

~

in disbelieve

~

one of those stares

where you forget

what it is

to see

You know

how you can tell

that we

as humans

have no clue

what this world

is all about

~

we often follow

like sheep

3 or 4 shepherds

that know

how to walk upright

and command

~

it probably takes

an other 10000 years

before we all

can think

and graze

for ourselves

Some people

see a new future

ahead

~

with an obvious

dead end

in sight

~

as if your future

is no more

than your past

in hindsight