Life is slowly moving in as black turns to grey

A place where the sun cannot be found

Almost like a haze before clearing the mind

Is this an expectation to go around and round?

Artificial lights grow dim as noises break the solitude

invading and taking over the early day

in a sudden rush, doors are slammed as cars intrude

for accomplishments of the past to pay

Routine surely takes over the freedom that was given

to form in hurry many habits right and wrong

Falling into a doll-drum that has become  unforgiving

that now only in possession a to lost humanity belongs

Jan Wienen