I know what it’s not to me: Life.
It is not about experience
although one could look back in time
and be content: “so much achieved”,
one could be mute and angry too,
whatever: I shall make some notes.
Life is not the voyage to death;
that is only the dark side track,
that we die – not that important.
What makes life our reason to be?
Maybe I know what life is not.
However, I make notes and see.
For me so far life was a dream,
a journey, an adventure too,
a waiting to be found and find.
Discovery. To learn and give,
a life to live is worth it all:
all pain, each downside and the fall.