Why does the mind love noises?
Just when I calm the inner demons down,
Neighbour decides to vacuum the house.
Peace wavers like that flag at the crossroads every few minutes,
When ambulances scream down the road.
Definite changes the definition.
Why do you talk with so many voices?
Of a victorious loser,
Trembling with confidence.
Ready to take on the world,
That has already lost.
It is time for you and me,
Till something is right with the wrong choices.
27th March, 2009
(On a day full of contrasting news from the world and ambulance and police sirens in Brussels)