Daniella

The grey of those early years
Coming from forgotten fears,
The soil of future turmoil.
Always and only analysis.

Knowing the problems,
Knowing the solutions,
Knowing the time is ripe to act.
Knowing it's always the same,
Running towards nothingness;

Still.

The pleasure to run towards nothingness,
Running and running or slowing down?
Walk or rest, but always with our small selves.
With the idiocy of our perception of the universe,
Dumbness and dystopias at the end of the horizon.

But don't we fool ourselves?
Do we want to see how it is all going to end?
We will, pretty soon we will, but not now,
We must keep going.

West London
29th July 2007