heart – Page 3 – Scriptorium '77

Within a Moment

Within a moment everything changes
Not for a reason
Just like that

Saturdays are always dark for me
coming back home from work on Friday afternoon
thinking I need to make the most of it
and doing nothing at all

there is this bitter sweet lemon-aid
clouds run dry creating the fate
for humans who always hate
on something good

the day slows out
and the heart will shout:
write
you need to

writing is a state of mind
you can learn it
to a certain degree
but if it’s imprisoned

forever the light
surrounded by pale darkness
puts you out of sight.

There are abandoned places
You can look at them from home
There are abandoned items
Only seen in the wild

Working through the night
Makes for a jet lag feeling
At the very next day

Considerations are done
When finished it should be fun