Under the mantle of a star filled African night
I listen to the wind in that majestic setting...

some-times we need to fall on the ground,
to appreciate the view...

logic, a dream boat floating on a Tsunami
up was up and down was down...

can my growing old, be translated into words?
old friends swapping stories, of ailments...

pandemic is on the run
concessions all gone, time to stand up...

I have paid my dues
a life of privilege, three good meals per day...

I wonder deep within. were the future is heading
I have always placed value, on first-hand accounts...

billions now trillions; numbers that have lost...
swear words that have lost their sting...

There is no recipe to follow
There is no right way no wrong way...

By engaging my curiosity
I hope to make a point...

I have never found out anything new, by just...
There needs to be input, to spark synergy...

Is it necessary to go through the ‘charade’?
We are not in this alone, no matter how it feels...