Just words
Ecclesiastes 1:9
9 What exists now is what will be,
and what has been done is what will be done;
there is nothing truly new on earth.
Drying ink on my pen – where is the inspiration?
Flowing words disappeared like dreams of yesterday
Even the word “when” seems future’s qualification
As depravity smears the beauty of today
Where now is purity? When is the serene light?
Why is faded grey regularly imitating white?
Why does a minority always want to fight?
Where is time to play when fighting seems right?
Where is youth’s glitter when all seemed possible?
Unquenched expectations glowing from kid’s eyes
Adults turn to litter close to a self-indescribable
Through selfish ambition to only love their “my’s”
Jan Wienen