the morning after before the day of tomorrow
I lost my head
in sudden gusts of crises
blowing in with climate changes
bursting every sense of credibility
and probability, stability and safety,
replacing it with bursts of chaos
in which all you can do
is to cool it down, get drunk, resign
and just forget about the global mess
in which the world has lost its head
and can not find it any more.
What shall we do about it?
There is only one thing certain about life,
and that is that we all must die,
and then we'll see what happens.
That, in fact, is maybe our lasting hope,
that there is always some surprises left.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-12-12 at 10:59
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At a loss
I lost my head
in sudden gusts of crises
blowing in with climate changes
bursting every sense of credibility
and probability, stability and safety,
replacing it with bursts of chaos
in which all you can do
is to cool it down, get drunk, resign
and just forget about the global mess
in which the world has lost its head
and can not find it any more.
What shall we do about it?
There is only one thing certain about life,
and that is that we all must die,
and then we'll see what happens.
That, in fact, is maybe our lasting hope,
that there is always some surprises left.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 467 times
Written on 2007-12-12 at 10:59
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