An unanswered question

 
I search from the deep cave of my room, I observe the turbulent and gallant Times that surround me. I feel closer to myself now the whispering changes of leaves and brooding cemeteries of autumn.

In my cave, the four corners of my room warn and control at the same time, the echo of the congo silence around me becomes more and more incomplete and empty, until the Present freezes into silence!

I am now watching and paying attention to the finitely tailored Hangman Times from the inside. The cheap, greedy promise of careers does not tempt me. Deceptive, brilliant fame does not enchant you, it is increasingly rare to find the moonlight sonata of romantics on the face of Egy-Valaki.

My appearance. Did I make a mistake and spoil the hesitant, pitiful attempt somewhere halfway between action and will - or was the angel also guilty of making him believe with his sincere, superstitious gaze that it was a painful and difficult Being - if it breaks, if it breaks - yes, it is and it can be it still makes sense.

Being, rustling like the sharpened blade of a sword, resolutely wants to cut the fallen thread of my life. I can't know: what finally?!

The main motif of the Age of the Hyena is heard: "You are worth as much as you are!" - And for those who never spend time on a fleet of Porsches and turbocharged luxury sports cars, the big, egotistical snobbish average is out of the question and doesn't waste a conversation.

Like a sad Sisyphus, my ailing feet climb up the hill and stomp listlessly. My spirit and determination are bending back and forth in me, I believe the final test - anyway - is still to come!

Only the afterlife can still have rocks and peaks, which everyone has to climb on their own. I would squeeze the lovely pearly hand with wolf eyes: Let's not let each other go yet! - His family photo winks at me from a distance, and I know: I can't be anywhere anymore...