Quest for clarity,
Assuming expectations.
Dare to share your truth.

You make this place safe,
Exploring pains and blessings.
Let life work wonders.

Success or failure,
Always right: reality.
My yellow platform.

Walk through the city
To meet with a friend, there I
find: The Lost Poet.

Create something new?
Dare to annoy the neighbors,
Working through the mud.

Friday 6pm,
A February sunset.
The working week‘s done.

The rusty steel mats
Stand outside, overseen by 
The white shopping bag.

Structures of the past,
Images of the future,
Now covered in snow.

A chair on my way
It made me pause and enjoy
Winter‘s day sunshine.

On cold night morning,
Million stars twinkle joyful,
Dissolve in the sun.