65000 x vinegar fly lives

The morning called: “Together”

Another car?

Another hamburger?

Another dollar in your bank account?

Another customer?

Another order?

Another dream vacation?

Another hanky panky with a desirable woman?

Another day,

Another night,

Another illusion,

Another century,

Another God,

Another empire,

Another nation,

Another territory,

Another “mine mine, my precious”,

Is life a long swirl between the new conscience of the old yesterday, separated by the amnesia of the night in between?

Are our lives like those of the vinegar flies—but instead of living 24 hours, we live 100 years of 24-hour vinegar fly lives?

Another sun, another day

Why not just stay

Living the time in awe?

Nothing pressing,

Living on a production belt

Where everyday you get stamped by the sun in the morning,

The start of the day,

Run, run and again

Run

Get busy

Try to catch the moment,

Impregnate yourself with the illusion

That you can stop the world from turning around.

We don’t need things or illusions,

But a soul surgery.

What if we were brothers and sisters,

Sharing, for free,

Freely,

Lovely,

Sun-bathed

By another morning—

The one called:

“Together”.