footpaths tangled up of my life
are spending unattainable thoughts running
are returning into corners of the heart
they are heading for the finish unfortunately
on the way often meet
the sad girl with the slanting hourglass
and the stopwatch in hand
she is timing.
who with her will win a race
not I not you not our thoughts
everyone will grant it
that only an only just
sometimes punishing out of love
hand of the Providence.
we are only a flight on the earth
we live in order to love to suffer
to get to know
and many of us isn’t thinking
what will be then
and the man is only… a pawn…
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