Gedicht des Lebens
... time is running ...
Do you sprint?
Slowing down. Never.
Running thoughts ever.
Turbelence of mind.
Makes music of its kind.
But only to those who listen.
Do you listen to the beat.
Of life.
Which pulsate through my veins.
... time is running ...
Do you hear the ticking sound.
Not sound of silence.
It’s the storm, of emotions.
Which makes life a game of devotion.
... time is running ...
Are you free?
Of mind?
Or free?
Of kindness, because it’s the basis for
all of interrelation realised in reality.
...Träum weiter,
oder wach auf...
Klingt nach Parolen und holen
Sprüchen.
Die nach den Sternen greifen,
werden den Himmel küssen.
Du wirst sterben, so hart es auch ist.
Memento Mori
Das vollendete Gedicht.
