Online the infinite resource of feeling emotional lost.

Eyes shut to possibilities,
the impossible a needed background.

But in this all a sound,
not real and prospects are reasonable:
not quite going anywhere
but staying on the same ground
watching times pass like a little sad clown.

Body weights more than physical,
it's mind controlled by passivity and fear.

To stay and be the same
while the world pushes, and comes and goes,
and the same stay prevails like a bad weather of the gods.

No peace because the world in war
and no real need for war because of the comfort
of not doing and seeing it all again and again
while days and nights remain the same.

The individual,
where is he?

All a brain of others
and feeling intimacy can
break the womb that joins us in silence.

But for what the joinings
if nothing does happen?

Why the feeling of integration
if alone more comes to your personal thoughts? 

Always the possibility of loosing yourself
in your personal womb
but then loose others and the need, and capacity,
to share, talk and comprehend beyond you.

Maybe the street is intersected
and no reason to keep it going straight.

Might as well turn left or right.