Thoughts of Mine

Life becomes winter, 

Which seems like Crusoe's wrecked ship.

Life is fulfilled from every side, yet it reminds seven brothers in the den.

As we are in the age of storm, age of absurdity,

Nothing is happening here matching with reality.

I am in you, you are in him,

The destination is of ours fully dim.

Sometimes I think it’s time to recover,

Other times every word goes in undercover.

Lots of plans going through my mind,

Later all I get I'm waiting for Godot to be blind.

All I want but who cares,

End of the day all thoughts remain spare.