A Lazy Afternoon

Seeing nothing and nothing,

as if my vision vanished,
fifty four years after birth, I surrender

to what life wants to do.

I straighten myself, in this lazy

afternoon, when my wife sleeps 

and I, fifty four years after birth,

stay awake to sign in.

Signing in is now a routine, for flights
twenty four hours later, 

and me, fifty four years after birth,

is getting used to.

The recurrent question is,
is life better for us as a race, I am thinking,

fifty fours years after birth, for
an answer to be dropped to me.

Maybe I really need to let go,
with answer or not,
even if I have to wait,
another fifty four years.