King of the hill laughing,
laughing I stare in sleepless trance...

The road is 2,000 years long
and life is as endless...

Amidst essential dreams
and delicate dilemmas...

We tell ourselves what we want to know,
to get through another day...

The debacle of the 20th century,
and I just another lost seeker...

That there are
dead men...

Reach down deep, deep,
to the very core inside yourself...

What to do next
didn't seem to matter...

Gold is a treasure,
to those who seek wealth...

...

The kitten and the child
playing, romping, running wild...

It's the last poem of the year,
drifting lazily from my mind...