Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Rainy day in June

My future seems uncertain like never before,
and my brain and bones feel pretty sore.
I love myself just when hating me
so tired of the game of wait and see.

All of my ambitious aspiration
has turned into bouts of desperation
while I acquired much more unity
I lack the sense of community.

A single cell of a large organism
that drifts one more time into fascism
I wonder - am I cancer or cure?

But I never can be sure,
how to play the game of life,
for as long as I survive.