The Time Is Ripe for New Paths

Storms will rage in 2012.
Mr Johannes will dash from A to B during his lunch break.
As always.
He will be annoyed.
About the storm.
About the food.
About the colleague.
About the new car, which is not any faster.
And about having to put up with all this.
As always.
Suddenly the storm will seize Mr Johannes
and whirl him to an intersection.
And the sky will open
and the clouds will part for a few rays of sunshine.
The shiver beneath Mr Johannes’ suit
will not come from the storm.
For the man's limbs will be heated up
like the most powerful engine.
Hotter than ever before.
And Mr Johannes will begin to laugh.
Suddenly, nothing will matter to him.
The colleague.
Lunch.
All the annoyances of this world will be irrelevant in that moment.
Someone will be surprised:
“For heaven's sake, what's wrong with you,
why are you laughing like that?”
And Mr Johannes will answer:
“I don't know!
I feel different than usual.
I can feel pure life racing through my veins.”
“See, that is the power of the moment.
Never forget that there is a moment.
And nothing will ever happen to you again.”
Forever.