An example of better times

 
For so many outcast, useless years, the shadows are following us everywhere. Sluggishly, swaying and crouching, they trudge through our determined, set goals.

Between ditches, traps, and piles of wire barriers, an empty void-crater, lunar boat-landscape shines. We no longer have the strength to strike treacherously among them, to drive them away, so we are forced to wait on our own.
The blind, rattling discipline of our readiness just doesn't relax; it squeezes the insecure octopus tentacles of our present more and more tightly. An Alamus herd of human-demons haunting each other circulates in the air.

The popular message of scowling backsliders and doubters does not expect thanks from anyone. Others easily devour the rotting waste of poor almsmen who are pushed, crouched down, while the shadows are already devouring themselves. - In damp darkness, one always thrives alone.

Many people say no to award-winning life offers with their heads down. Empathy retreats behind ramparts and disregarded tolerance. The pitiful attempt of new chances is bending, dormant. When everything seems to be collapsing, even certain danger retreats to the ranks on command.

The deceitful and worthless battles of Being cannot be won, it can only be continued. It is not easy to turn your back on the past, because everything follows from everything. If they chase you, humiliate you, attack you. You should trust your fate, your good luck, at least when everyone has left you for good. Fear and more alarming twists than necessary await those who are still afraid in the dark!