Signs 2
Psalm 74:9
9 We do not see our signs;
There is no longer any prophet;
Nor is there any among us who knows how long.
Signs 2
It was a long time in coming
The signs I’ve seen from afar
Now they’re here all around me
I’ll try to catch them in a jar
All I catch is transparent
and I keep what I can see
It is a joke of my own making
speeding toward eternity
Once a youth and now too old
Time stood still along the way
The lesson ... that I should have taught
Is useless now ... from yesterday.
I should have been when I was called
a listening ear to opportunity
But it was then ... as it is now
a choice of lackluster fatality
Burn the bridge before I cross
The other side has no appeal
Swallowed up by ignorance
thinking that this life is real
Jan Wienen
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