Cloudy haze falls, rain dribbles and body slumps,
Eyelids droop, breathing heavies; rest is needed
Running all day, back and forth, up and down,
Sprinting from emotions, conversing in fumes,
Run, Run, Run, Run down the river of life.
Tides set in, the slack is used,
The cloudy haze is here, and rain comes.
The end looks near, yet it’s not so.
It’s not so because I say it’s not so-
It’s not so because I know it’s not so-
It’s not so because it will not be.
Slowly, slowly, slowly- ripples crumble
Sun beams shine, dew evaporates
Breathing continues, and resting heals.
City life jives, and street light floods the sky,
Food, glorious food, energy filled conversing;
Then finally music seeps through into heaven.
Then all is well, all is well.
Life goes on not run, run, run,
but frolicking, jogging and being.
–Summary of my sick week in Wien
Thoughts with David 