Why did it bang in the first Place
if I had to be here watching it fade?

Maybe to make me see
bittersweet
beautiful
Contraries

To make me
a Cliché

a Skyscraper built in the
Woods
a Snowtiger roaring at the
Circus

We don’t even laugh
for the right Reasons

How come the most destructive Actions
are the ones we do the most?

They are not only called so
it’s no Opinion
they are not immoral anymore

Creation means Destruction
the same old “living is to die”
as long as Time is

We still are hedonistic
secretly
it’s something we don’t come above

What can be possible will happen
eventually
nothing is invented by anyone