I should write an apology for the past
But life goes on
And I can only jump on
The fleeting moments of life
Like catching the rolling packed train
In Jakarta, or Utrecht, or wherever else
A constant run with
Endless/pointless breathing
I should write an apology for the future
But life is here/now
So I am busy making (un)poetic efforts
Of catching my own (un)imaginary trains
The days ahead are the days forgotten
And it got to be a sin to think
Of tomorrows, or whatever-what-nexts
As they’re illusive, never arriving, breathless
I should not write any apologies
If I die today
I die today
End of stories
Then I am caught by the train of death
The inescapable human tragedy/beauty
It should be always today
So my last breath will be a relief
(Wageningen, 06-08-2018)
