My efficiency emerges,
Even if it’s just going out with friends
or organizing a small get-together.
I must continue to be slightly remote.
Being assure of telling my mother that the issues
in this poem have nothing to do with her
I want to follow my plans in my heart.
My immediate circle thinks otherwise.
Life’s pressure builds up quickly;
In the city,
pressure encourages me to take charge of my future.
Reaching out to those that care about me
want to cry out to those not in the same country as I.
I discover the limits without the support of friends,
loved ones and strangers.
One can get stuck between the moon
and the city
in their perrspectives,
they get stuck in their own opinions
and useless ideas,
if they are not careful.
The difference is
it might be too much trouble
for others and for myself to contain their hearts.
No one does in Souel.
I might be surprised to excpect the unexcpected.
Soule is a city where suprises happen.
In the ‘City of Miracles’,
Rethink recent expenditures.
If something important comes
that involes your finances,
information’s about in the eyes
of the Buddha,
of Mary and God.
In the gods you trust;
all others pay in cash and plastict.