There is an empty feeling

There are only people here

To ring out in the night

Or to sing the bird

The mourning calls, calls us..

To wake in the day

Or to live in the night

Finding the empty, not whole

Take the hand of the past

The cold hand that’s there

This present is solemn empty

This present is here now

Confusing and condemned this entity

Does it live now?

Did it exist?

Or does it breathe later?

This present is no gift

It is nothing to give

Only to have for pleasure

Pleasure of emotion for this

This exact moment of life

The present is too much

Too much to imagine.