There is a certain time for everything
But when the cruel clock is ticking backwards
When fancy makes the noise of cloud ka-ching
There’s hardly anything for kind rewards
Illuminated bridges turn to dust
The path around the docks might never end
In circles come the phases of our lust
Securing our sole remaining friend
The places of our childhood vanish – still
We want to see the images in pain
Connecting with our memories to fill
The tracks of everyone’s abandoned train
        Let’s see if we share phases without doubt
        We will emerge from any shouting crowd.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2024
        © ldkkes8665 (image)