Time appears blindly cruel
When it stops
Its favorable hand to move on
The easy flow of life
In the normal and natural influx; I find my feet
Numbed inside, standstill,
Stuck up in the marsh.
I bleed unseen yet read
Sharp edges of the blunt words
Of their sweet swords
Welded in the battle of life.
I look up at the sky,
Wait and watch with patience
The ways of the world,
While my thoughts grow anew
Strong and stronger
Gliding through the in-betweens
Of the devil and the deep blue sea...
