Nine minutes

 

All the time I have left of this thought

in the New Year

 

One thought

through the stares

and whispers

this homeless soul

lost, mumbling and cursing

hating all of life

on a night meant for optimism and hope

 

Two minutes

 

I realize they lied to me

quicker than I previously thought

 

I did not believe in this night

I usually do not

but I try to

every year

 

I really try hard to believe

that it will all be positive from now on

 

Here’s the train…

 

We’ll see

 

 

 

af

 

 

 

(written on pen & paper)