Standing firmly on the ground
Looking around
Seeing no-one

The times are growing cold
Everyone is sold
On false assumptions

There are shivers on my skin
Or may this be a grin?
More like a tear

Shadows growing in the dark
Hoping for a spark
Of intelligence

Not another dystopian tale
About fail
And horror

When human beings’ sole continuity
Might be ambiguity
In feelings

Like Daedalus when things are smooth
Confronted with truth
A fear society.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2020