Cruising
The view of the same old stories,
A large creature of our life,
The cruise continues,
When will this cruise end?
...passing a forest,
Waiting to see something new,
cruising through the streets.
The same old feelings coming,
cruising through the time.
passing me,
in my cruise.
Its groan of life,
makes the way to the death.
and never will end.
The same life or death,
an old, boring friend.
This cruise of the old days,
of life and limb.
-In eternity?
its pale face of time,
whatever that is...
a new life, a new love, a new friend?
No.
The death,
my death.
Not in this cruise,
my cruise,
of life...
26.04.1998
The Black Wolf
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