COME AND GO

People come and go
What's the reason
Of meeting new people
But in the end,
The one who colors
Your gray room
Leaves you.

I don't see the reason...
You forget
The dark shadow
Of your past
Because there's a soul
Lighted you old
And dusty unlit candle.

Now...
Another storm
Has come your way.
The mad wind
Blew your lighted candle.
Your room is left
Dark again.

Is life really unfair?
You don't know
When and where
You can have true happiness
Why there are people
Who are unfotunate?

Why are those who become unjust
Are those who are fortunate beings?
And why who are fortunate
Are those who go away?
Why people come?
And why people go?

02 November 2001
6:30 pm