There is no timePosted: April 23, 2010
There is no time to think during the day, only to react.
There are deadlines to meet, obligations to fulfill,
many voices to listen to, to respond to,
the voice of the bus ticket controller, of the distraught friend.
Then the night comes and everything becomes quiet,
And a small voice becomes audible, an inner voice that speaks
of witty comebacks to the day aggravations that always come too late,
of broken, forgotten dreams,
of useless plans for the future and far too many regrets.
Until a certain numbness comes with the fatigue
And you go to sleep, unable to think anymore,
And it starts all over again the next day.