Aurochs to Zorra

Volti!

Volti!

“Get on with life!”
         You console or scream.
“It’s over, past, long gone and dead”
         What once I had.
“What have you done today”, they ask.
         Nothing.
“What will you do tomorrow?”
         Less.
“Get a job.”
         I had one once.
“Make new friends.”
         So they can hurt me too?
“The glass is half full!”
         Of fools like you, half empty, too.
“Get over yourself.”
         Will you provide the knife?
“Get on with life.”
         I thought I had.
“Forget about him.”
         I never will. It was no whim!
“So stop the whining.”
         Or the breathing?
“Turn the page!”
         So I will die?
“No, … so the music never stops.”


© Kåre Enga

volti: imperative (Music) turn, that is, turn over the
leaf.