Time lines from the past
fulfilling at last
the end of decades
lost in the shades

Rising, up to the sun
living free, strong as a tree
water from heaven, food
seven eleven

From dusk, falling down
mention to stand tall
bringing to us all
hiding behind the wall

The truth of the secrets
standing still to take control
masks between our faces
parole of the victim  . . .

. . . losing control
free in spirit
irritated headlines
newspapers deadline

Status Quo
for the moment of being
and the time when the lines
goes together again