Down on the road of a man

halfway to be precise

between an old bloke and a rascal

I got lost in a thick hawthorn bush.

As the original apple

the same female apple

from that female 'devla'

now got bottled up in 33 years' jars.

Now the options further are:

be a hero and soon after die

get lightening-struck and again: die

get hung, framed, on walls,

bear children if duty calls,

be wealthy and get a car,

live in a bathroom after you (again) die.

But I could be Buddhist and be plain glass

live as a tree

or as a horse

or as a a nun...

I have set on the horizon my slowly setting sun.