Promise
Like in a corpse flowing down Ganges
I see a promise of rebirth
Ensured by all the flowers and scents
Shared among all at the funeral
For now I stay here
At a place of existing and existing not
Being aside of reality
On a margin of things
What future brings is unknown to me
But I experienced good and bad
I’d wish for good and smart
Since I have no hope
Timeout is what I have now
Maybe to arrange things in me
Maybe to take a breath
Maybe to learn