when I am looking

more at my past

my nostalgia blues

turns into obsession


I need a time out

and think about

big changes I need

wanderlust in my head


maybe perspectives

hides some attitudes

maybe a point of view

comes with the true


dance of blue shadows

in my moonlight call

of my past and future

on my bedroom wall


turbulence run a break

with no drama and life

just life in the shadow

seeks for the answers


of my mind and soul

with quiet questions

some of those doubts

are soundless resound


where I am

what I want

some rest I get

at the end


January 26, 2019

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