and you make your last cut
you watch the small colourless boats
head for the open sea
sipping your coffee staring in front of you
silent
don't turn on the lights
leave the last streaks of darkness
fading slowly away
don't utter a word
it may sound true
in a misty dawn lies your days
hand held at a distance
trying to decipher
trying to understand

don't come looking for blue skies here
for we both know they don't last.
it is better to take your shadow with you
and confess all your days
The cross stays on top Golgotha
still empty
Where has our saviour gone
the nobel prize winners
the high iqs
still our blue skies are shared with the dark
and as a child drops down and die
and as soldiers kill each other in our battlefields
golgotha waits with it's empty cross

said the ant to the world:"why are you so big?
I don't need you so.
I don't understand.
If you were made for me,then why was I made so small.
It is true you provide me with everything,food,beauty and shelter
but it is hard to travel so far.

At night I am afraid for there is so much distance that I don't know.