late nights

who am i

what am i

to whom do I live for

to what ending will I arrive?

all the days

the mornings

i just wonder what’s next

and recall what

could’ve been better.

will i ever figure out life

or do i really have to

i wake up and do everything

i grow old and know nothing.

the city is busy

maybe somewhere far

or where life

doesn’t seem too hard

there i can find rest

and feel again.