Proverbs 27:1 

My Son, Be Wise

27 Do not boast about tomorrow,
For you do not know what a day may bring forth.

Monday morning

Concentration nil ... sleep seems to be present

Energy left somewhere behind where it cannot do damage

Far over the hill ... only a sense of sleepy essence

What is there to find but leftovers from baggage?

Somewhere very near … awakening will find me

At a time not decided but it surely will be there

Only in my sphere now … way too far from being free

There’s no sense of overriding the call from everywhere

Difference not seen ... all is still a haze

When will the Son come to burn away the fog?

It could have been close to the end of the maze

So what is left will be absorbed by the smog

Jan Wienen