Heb 10:38 now the just shall live by faith: but if any man draw back, My Soul shall have no pleasure in him.

Who me? 

Derelicted and confused abiding in temporal

Senseless invitation to be happy in nowhere

Forgotten and abused like artificial floral

That in time will fade to be trashed somewhere

Why am I disappearing deep in self somehow?

Clawing in despair to grab the other me

What is the purpose and who cares anyhow?

Why was I born for what I seem to be?

Escape seems impossible from the storms of life

My boat sank long ago as I cling to a nightmare

Defeated time and again by my inner-strife

Foregoing all the possible in my reason to be fair

Answers dancing in the night through flickering stars

With eyes and hearts closed we search for some truth

When we find a speck of it and then celebrate in bars

Showing the points clearly that we really have no clue

Jan Wienen