Forever on the Bufferzone

Poetry

It was only yesterday it seems: the years that sped by

and only a minute passed from the hours left behind

all like epics of time’s speedy races

with me caught in it.

I hold my breath and wonder,

“Where I am I on the eternity’s wheel?”

Looking ahead: to coming years on the calendar

I feel the longing to live long in time

to live beyond my fears of death.

Yet, the passing seconds

send messages with the speed of lightnings,

“ You live in the buffer zone, my friend

life is but a time travel for your soul.”