Life from life
From nothingness, something
A world full of everything
So happy that we live
And yet, we die
So happy that we breath,
And yet, we suffer and cry
Listen to the silence of babies crying
There is something wrong with being alive
If all that matters is life…
What can be?
Except for the things that I see
The things that I feel
The things that are close to me
And yet, I only understand Being
When I close my eyes
And see nothing but me…
Raining
New water
Cleaning the path in front of me
So that I move forward
Believing that I start new
But this is old water
Existing since thousand years ago
Pouring on people now long gone
They smile too
And as they
I will go too
On a normal sunny day
Waiting for the rain
To clear the way
Poetic Philosophy 