In the new day. An enemy. Lurks. Hunts. It is not your imagination. It’s there, where you count the absence. At the junction where you did not get a choice. At the first step you want to do. Hard times. Between yes and no. It fits. You stumble over him on Mondays. Finding motivations to make your output in life. Again. No need to look for him. He is present. He breathes your hesitation. He is lost during the hours when you build your next step .He suddenly appears. He becomes your interlocutor in the time of your doubt. Unnaturally familiar. It’s you. When you’re overpowered by fear. It appears in thought. A mirror with two images. Incredibly cynical. He changes the fixed lines you’ve built. Your defeat is every one of his victory. Indiscipline participation. Grafted by the smell of resignation. A life trial.
