The Void

Where there is ...

A man there are troubles

And there is little rest.

Where there is  ...

A woman, there is love 

And hope and continuity.

But they both....

Ma a perfect match (or not always?)

And there is almost something, divine

And some life endures for a time unknown.

Anyway ...

Who can really judge?

After all, the hearts of man are 

Nothing more but mortal.

Can then we trust in all our science

Or afford to hold on such unpredictable unknown?

Cause even the wisest of philosophers,

Cannot utter with certainty the blurry future.

I mean, even if it were possible, I doubt it.

Therefore, do we say there is ...

Hope? Not in any man or woman

Because deep inside them there is just ....

The void.

{The Void, Courtesy of TT Writings, Wednesday 04 May 2016}