The time for writing

The time for writing

Has come at last

Reality became clear

And everything fell in place.

No need to hear excuses;

no use for me to complain.

I – we – both knew what

to ask for… what to expect.

Though I wanted to believe

in things that were not to be

Fate is always inexorable

and wit finally enlightened me.

I hope that everything goes well,

that everything comes alright;

though my wishes seem futile

when all’s so far from my hands.

Something I know for good:

I’ll be better after all,

With no duties and no ties;

with only the awe in my eyes.