Who can tell us

if our personal philosophy

works

Maybe it’s a sophisticated way

of deluding ourselves

It should keep us alive, so we can live.

Wisdom is whispering inside

So, all we need

is a quiet room

to type

That is what I want

a quiet place

It takes time to really know who you are

You think you know, but there is wisdom in waiting

Time must be killed

but not totally

What hasn’t died

belongs to us.

Soon,

the paths of several dreams will be covered

and we will be

left alone

standing in the woods

near the river.