of time, happy prisoner

there is no day as another
under this grey suburban sky

and every living being needs his own time
not any stolen time
not even conquered

the own time, that assigned

else we do not know
that's why to live we try
day by day....
by day

one day looking out the window
 I saw on the top of a wire stretched over the eternal doubt
 a hawk waiting that did not know
although my same own role was playing
and with greater motivation and precision
than me
but just like me of time, happy prisoner
under this grey suburban sky

Marco Bo