it's not

it's not like something getting stalled
and not like feeling sleepy,
it's not like growing slowly bald
it runs a bit more deeply.

it's not another manic mood,
not like an empty bar room,
it's not like thirst or need for food,
but far away from spring bloom.

it's not a story one would know,
but then again: it's ancient,
it's not a sudden, striking blow
and it's for sure not patient.

it's not like rain on wedding days,
not easy as a killing shot,
it's uninvited – and it stays,
it's only this: that it is not.