Today is Sunday

caught in a net without
any holes
I sneak over the edge
from behind my glasses with
black glasses
I can not see a horizon, no other side
My whole body trapped,
in everything that I am obliged
And everything that has to do with 'have to'
With my hands folded
I stand and watch
But the lead is so heavy on my feet
And the answer to the question;
What
Do you do today?
Is; It is Sunday today
and today I do nothing

Walking trough a labyrinth without any exit
I sneak over the edge
And there is no one
I can ask for the right road
For the endless times, I stand here
Being lost
I am willing, but I do not know
what my goals are
without energy, burned out.
My chin resting on my chest
But the courage is missing
and the lust to look ahead

And the answer to the question;
What
Do you do today?
Stays; It is Sunday today
and to day I do nothing


Toos Ligtenberg