Atlantic City, NJ, March 13, 1972

Hazy mind

By Vladimir Huber

Confusion came to my mind.
The goals were losing their identity.
Direction seemed to wonder,
if she knew who she was.
Gray came back
with some dizzy feelings.
Decision, was not decision any longer,
‘cause that great bird
was feeling tied up,
and that was an impossible.
Interest walked out the door,
but he meant to come back.
Circumstances kept TM away
and tiredness took over.
Depression had to visit,
but she knew
that she couldn’t stay too long.
Sunshine had to come back;
I knew it; but when?