Meanwhile

There is no love but the restless stirring

Of weak emotions surrendering to seduction,

Lonesome roads lead to cliffs and mazes.

 

You know it is just walking on by life,

You feel it is only a meanwhile affair,

A cut and paste collage pretending a heartbeat.

 

You accept it is not worth the pain,

Yet the game challenges most sensible words

And a mosaic of appealing tunes

Can turn the voice into a crying river.

 

Soledad Lorena

4 de diciembre de 2009