The hide-and-seek of cowardly selfishness

 Even now, in silence, the pervasive smell of universal rot settles down. The orphaned passion is more like a panther on the run, or an animal, since it is often unable to decide within itself what it is actually rebelling against. The billowing pitch-black fog foams up and down, as the deed and woe seem to slowly close in towards the four cardinal points. 

Cowardly everyday selfishness plays hide-and-seek first in the wandering sea of ​​Universal desires, later in the stormy relationships of love breakups; we wish each other all the best! - only a false appearance-deception remains. Because the embarrassing downfalls are almost - in all cases - also objectified moments of public laughter.

 One seems to be aware of it and knows that one can rarely summon the Future as a crown witness. The foam of the old Danube diligently carries softened rat carcasses; Everyone seems to be building their battered, pitiful lives from careless moments, which they can no longer think about in a way that will allow them to safely achieve their goals and dreams. Merciless cycles spread out like unstable houses of cards on the sandy planes of the subconscious blessed with silent rotation; skeletons collapse from their selfish, tyrannical weights and fall into the enduring Underworld; because even now Time and Space bind almost everyone like shackles, whether they want to or not. No intention of helping, nor battered, prophetic humility can be seen on plundered faces. 

Timeless misery encloses its victims who have become scapegoats like a cage. Contempt and pity - that's all that could be left - as if they were throwing dice and entrusting simple human logic to blind luck, wondering: Who is the absolute winner or loser?! The greedy carrion birds of idyllic dreams are increasingly hovering above our heads and circling in ambush.