On The Rain Roads

Back on the rain roads,

Stung by defeat –

Oh, how it hurts,

Life’s not fair.

Stuck on the off-ramp,

Little left in the tank,

Stuck in the grey masses

Without direction.

But the gods-sky curtains

Above the horizon-city

Are a tumbling carnival,

Cloud ‘n’ sun theatre.

Here’s to the next one …

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