there were no warnings

like those who made the

great old sayings

as I wipe off the blood I remember

just around the corner

and laugh at my self and the pain

and I remember

won’t be far from here

as if the doom is here already

but on the sunset we all can die

then I recalled

the construction of a future

which could only have

Been found if there

was no more rain yet

when you can only give the

image of where you knew

the delivery of a mistake in vision

has met you before your minds eye

can make a few guesses but

it might be too late and

the sutures is already here

while we could not know

we were too late to

change the plan

before the time has come

so let’s pick the flowers and

be gone