today

I stand
on my own two feet
at the end of the horizon

wrinkled skies announce
bad wethaer ahead
her leg bears the scars
of walking among the dead.

I look
with my own two eyes
to see a shadow of doubt

can't create panic
without fear...
can't say you like a food
you haven't tasted yet...

crumbling walls
make place for something new.
the past - foundation for the future.