The Beginning

In the beginning was only thought and from the thought were emotions the
turbulences of life were in the beginning.

No reason in the beginning. It was like waking up from a dream, no reason in the beginning.

Then started the seasons, then rain flourished life in the beginning.
Then turmoil and the hope, the misery of the beginning.

But was the beginning the hope or the lie that I have to die?
What was the beginning?
A god which was not there and can not understand or did
destiny make fun of my failure to understand.
what was the beginning, turmoil of life,
like a capricious young girl full of lies taking in a stream, drowning myself in the waters of life.

That was in the beginning.
Like the last cup of the Passover sender waiting for a messiah
can never come.

That was in the beginning.