Each morning

has its recurring realization

There is nowhere to escape

I'm just like everybody else,

like anyone else

I'm loosing weight, loosing time

There is nowhere to go,

but the obvious,

and I'm getting there

Human brains

have invented religions and wars

'cause of this,

but I don't try to protect ”my self”

by mirages and lies

After breakfast, a cup of coffee

manages to push the thought of the inevitable

still a bit further up ahead,

but equilibrium, the sought after,

dances on the knife's edge,

and is dear and rare,

containing a good percentage

”Who cares?” / ”So be it” / and ”Oh well”

Life is a head-on experience anyway;

death a ditto inexperience,

however you might otherwise theorize

I leave some words gasping for air,

some thoughts twinkling

like the white of terns, cast about

in dark & stormy ocean nights,

and if I and a house fly were the only ones left

on Earth,

I'd go to any lengths

trying to keep that fly alive