Early bird on tree
eyes watching the scene keenly
hungry and ready

They say:

    everyone has a second chance

    but by then the music-hall is closed

    you can't enter to have your dance

No one should speak

in my favour

they don't know

how often I do err

At the end
  to the beginning
   I turned
   having forgotten
   my question
   which led me on
   to the doubtful sojourn-



  I've to start
  all over again
  this time
   with a clearer vision
   and not having
   to return
   empty and forlorn-

   my question
   answered then
  I will not be
  the person lost
   nor torn and broken

Knowing what I am not

has saved me from angst such a lot

How often have I offended my heart

     in not heeding to it in my lack of understanding

     instead of being one, I set it apart

     and end up in my self-afflicted suffering

You can't understand love

   you have first to live it, all else above