I try to make sense out of it

The aftermath of
Hurricanes
Inside us
With outbursts as
Shouting
Shooting
Setting our lives
In fire

I try to understand
Why people do
What they do
Where does it all lead to
Or is it the moment
That controls all
With no past
Or future in mind?

Is the moment life then?
As I live days after days
The past being erased
Bit by bit
Only remnant kept
Selectively
To torture us later
In our quiet moments
When we maul on our past
And grieve

The body changes
Like in magic
From beautiful to ugly
To degraded and worth in trash

And I wonder
What we are waiting for
Why we suffer to die some day later?
I wonder the charm of living
What is it
Why is it
And what is
After all?
((*.*))
January 13, 2002