When I search for the past, there never seems a way to stop,
I develop moments that are not existing, the road is not a clear way.
Clouds vanish if I try to see clarity, but the truth, is too vague,
to ask if the direction is even existing on its own.

If intersection is a conspiracy, without any end.
I can not wait to see, it all comes together, in this world called reality.
Is it all, that we experience in the same way?

Dark lights make us go where no world is taking us,
but thinking does not help to shine black, where we cannot see.
Future can only show where we forgot, where we, in the end,
were supposed to go.

Further, I can only hope, that I don’t get lost,
in past events that are only in my head, and vanish to exist again
in a moment it all goes to end, to start a new search for moments.

C.