Expectation

Expectation Waiting, what for? Every things in life is moving on. Yeah, everything has just gone, life is just an illusion. It can not be a home What can I do? Life lives without me. If it is called, then there is a chance of coming home. Home? I have none. It’sn’t a long time ago. But life is a country. My soul lives in this land, nowhere land. Where can I live? Life lives without me. If it is a call, then there is an opportunity to get home. Waiting. But why? Life goes slowly. On. On? Original ongoing goal Anyway, I know life comes, hm, always gone, mine is in a tomb. I live there. I am a dead man, life is in me, never calls, there is no longer an option. Hell is my home.