Prune... Poem by Robert Mutsaers

This possible world,
Traveling through people,
Traveling with common sense and strife,
Fences history... it's where I feel alive.

Embarking on another task,
Embarking on something uncommon,
Is where I feel safe,
Is where I belong.

Nothing new or something wrong,
No purpose nor getting strong,
Its the best possible that has it wrong,
Its the best in me that sings this song.

This possible world,
Loving through people,
Loving with common sense and life,
Cleanses misery... it's where I feel alive.

Nairobi, November 03,2011