Where Do All the Mysteries Go?
Poetry
To spend countless strokes of the clock
Waiting for the fall of dawn
Waiting only to awaken to the sound of defeat,
But where do all these mysteries go?
Far away from me and you,
Only if we wish to.
The Sun rises as duty requires
You and I choose to see its rays.
The love that was lost yesterday
Was found by another.
And today, when you count your mistakes
They are countless full of undesired moments
Glance through that window
Not the one viewing the meadow
Glance through that very window
That sees the light of life glow
Forget the century-old proverbs
Look for new ones instead
Let every circling day take its share
But don’t spare any second for another
Smile in the most laborious hours
For what they strike is a mere passing of time
And you shall own the day and the coming days
Only if you see life through those glowing rays.
