Starry Night

Every night
before I can sleep
I try to hear
the stars
floating above me.

Death is hanging
like a cloud
in the random sky.

Every day
we wish to survive.

How can we understand
the last moment
and all before it?

How to understand
the algorithm of life?

Is our greedy civilisation
living without
a proper moral compass?

I’m trying
so hard
to find the truth
in the eyes of our children…
in our shiny souls…