Today,
I surrender to the imminent train,
To opening hours and admission price,
To the coarsely carved terrain,
To the clouds that spare the eyes,
To the history I cannot change,
To the day that is simply: "to-day",
To myself, so strange and estranged,
To the mood swings of May,
To the meaningless mouthing,
To the signs "Do not touch",
To anything, everything, nothing
Today I surrendered so much.
21.05.2017
