Vage gedachtes op late avonden

Life, the air I breathe
pointless it may seem
without an answer.
Future, what lies ahead,
planned or unknown
like a wandering river,
streaming it's course
through mountains and valleys.
Life, a path that must be followed,
willingly or unwillingly
stopped too early,
or stretched too long.
The fear of the unknown, but always present,
end.
Passion, one act of selfishness,
shared with one.
Life, a story,
never will it be repeated,
never known.

(31-01-09, om 22:47)