Don’t have anything more to prove.
No more fighting, no more battle.
I’ll just wait and see what comes next.

How many questions I have asked,
How many times I stood back up
To please myself, others, and God.

An endless and desperate search
For the paradox of a perfection
Belonging only to the Creator.

And guilt returns, right on time,
To pluck the strings of soul and reason.

Now the greatest challenge is
To stop the instant, live the moment.
To learn the grace of contentment.

But as an eternal malcontent,
I seek a chisel to carve
Peace into the rippling wave
Of a soul in storm.

Not a smile,
Only dismay at yet another
Wretched day
Spent serving ambition
And the god Money.
Smoke and alcohol to ease
The pain of withered lives
Awaiting the final meeting.
Someone else will reap
The fruits of your legacy.
Will it be enough to make them happy?
And I recall
The smile of that man,
Empty in his pockets
But with a heart overflowing.

And now? Who knows…

Protected by the shell of home
You listen to the devil’s flattery:
“Don’t go out, stay in bed!”
But the voice of the spirit
Urges you to act.
You get dressed and run outside,
Ready to face the new day
And its traps.
You come back home content:
“I made it through today, too.”
Life has given you a recharge.
Don’t stop, don’t look for
An easy shelter where
You can only find false Peace.
And you think back to sin.
If your senses are five,
Don’t offend those who envy you
For what nature denied them.
In cemeteries echoes day and night
The deepest cry of all: “I could have.”

The soul of commerce?
No; commerce of the soul.

Archives of expenses,
Calculated savings,
Chases after dreams.

Suddenly
Everything stops.
And the breathlessness melts away
In the face of the unknown.