There is no point
Looking for crossroads
Where I lost my path
No time travel
Only hazy grey cells
Life was a mess
A splendid open field
A garbage heap
Beside the bouquet
Troubled waters
Steady currents
Whirl-pooled mind
Waves reined
Coiled serpent like
Vicious clouds
Soothing rain
Hissing lightening
Signs ignored
Silence guided
Felt like fish
Out of water
Gasping for breath
Caught the last straw
Don’t misunderstand
Heart was not lost
For beautiful rainbow
Or shining full moon
I could not feel
Synchronisation
Brain and heart
At a crucial moment
No remorse
Choices I had enough
Only I peeped into
Wrong window
End justifies the means
End justifies the path
Between birth and death
Infinite curvature and angles
