The sound of rain
And the taste - remain,
So unpredictable like gain
Of inspiration and its passing.
Be blessed they both
And what they're rising.
The question that is in my soul:
What are we
If we are at all.
There are some gaps I cannot fill.
I still proceed.
How long I will?
Uncertainty of us existing-
My yearly puzzle -
Missing pieces,
Weight on my shoulders.
What to do?
The same old question:
Me and you.
To keep on going and believing
What may be lies
Or just misleading,
Or walk away
And leave behind
All that has been and on my mind.
