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Illusion 2


Ecclesiastes 5:17 

17 Surely, he ate in darkness every day of his life,
and he suffered greatly with sickness and anger.

 

Illusion 2

 

Look oh gentle one … Why is it good to be aging?

Despair and helplessness crowning your eyes of hurt

What is it precious one? You know there’s a war raging

To be fought in loneliness as simple peace seems slurred

 

You think you are the only one to search the field of battle?

You step over decay and death in search for more excuses

You know the day is done when you yourself are rattled

Deep in need for a bed as the victory seems now abusive

 

Jan Wienen

 

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