[Ennui or sadness 230727](https://soundcloud.com/hheum/the-briefest-moment-270723) Thought that he would listen Thought he knew what he was missin’ Thought he felt the winds of worry Guess he had a friend to bury But the torrents won’t be welcome In his holiest of sanctum May he find the roots are deeper And the mud of city steeper Than the dust and dirt of a plain Bordered on the mediterrain Heat and wind on skin and listen Hint of thunder, ever distant Here are memories and visions Pictures at an exhibition Hand on towel head in tablet And on statures cinematic Watch them come to life at sundown In the darkness, if not of mind In the light of streetlamps flicker Dancing creatures of a richer Sense of joy in mere existence Which I’d lost to old persistence Is it me or is it madness? Is it ennui or sadness? But as light of morning reaches Over sea and empty beaches Over vacant streets and litter Over broken glass and glitter I find time is at a standstill Full of expectations, tranquil For the briefest moment I sense There is reason in existence Then it‘s gone