No cover-ups, no labyrinth,

Of something,That is my lifeIn frightening whitenessI try to calculate the futureBut the past is all I seeAnd the wavy whiteness isLike an all invasive, SeaThat becomes oppressiveAnd terribly distastefulFrustrating allThat’s near to me.Time is no longer waiting,Now only darknessDo I see,Life’s a film in black and whiteDirected by circumstances,And Destiny,Never yours,Never really free.

Finality,Nothing is forever,Except the last departure,No returns, no voucher,To come back,And those still here,Empty,In this whole sphere,Of now,Nothing!When Loved Ones disappear.

When young, time racesWhen old, you won’t let goOf memories, of places,Of loved ones,That you loved soRemembering,Melancholically,So very long ago.

Where only silent memoriesOf gone happiness persist.Silence is perpetual night,The absence of a kiss,Where warmth and light,Have taken flight,And hope is off the list.

But it is within You,With Truth and Love and Beauty,Sincerity is Key,Honesty and Harmony.‘I love you! ‘That’s how it has to be.

Nor totally foreseen,Time is a special Trap!Reality or Dream?