Between tracks and lead
By the trains of life
Where geese are cackling

This is no invention
Welcome to the trauma of kindness
It became bearable

Between signposts and tracks
By the cackling geese
In the heart of Europe

No blessing
No curse
Just another page

A locomotive rushes past
On the wings of this moment
The wind breathes out love

Between trauma and healing
Yesterday the wound was bleeding
At the celebration of a child

At life’s track
Where geese are cackling
Here the wind breathes out love

It is not necessarily the way you might want it to be
It is what it is, and others must be considered,
Beloveds too
Narcissists are not welcome, and their insults are ignored
Sometimes a permanent Goodbye is necessary
Sometimes you can't shake it off
Going back may not work.
It is the way it is
It is the way it is
Very necessary to accept the status quo
Despite your opinion
The Way it is
Not for others to understand, but they must accept it