Instead of dying
I went to the dentist
What a horror
what a terror
That was terrible
I survived
But it feels like
I have been
In a fight
Her hands
are so nice
Instead of dying
I went to the dentist
What a horror
what a terror
That was terrible
I survived
But it feels like
I have been
In a fight
Her hands
are so nice
Fleeing into an empty street
Filled with people
I am alone with people
I want results but
I fear where I will end
No energy, no will
It is Monday again
No lust, no passion
No work, No sun
No time, no pain
No gain, No way
At least something
Writing to find peace of mind
Only finding anxiety and pain
I did what I had to do
Or not
I do not know
Just feeling frustration of existing
In the wrong place and time
Escaping into the night
I do not need to know
In order to feel the panic growing
Life is a trap
That we all have fallen into
Like wild animals
We are thinking
What to do about it
And the conclusion
Is go deeper and
You will find more
In that maze
Certain days are just too bad to be put down in writing
Certain moments deserves to be forgotten forever
Even if the sun is shining life can be hell as we all know
I am sorry for my own inability to handle my own problems
But that is the fact, and the sun will still shine
Whatever I do or not
This night is really bad
I expect something
Terrible to happen
Like a nuclear war
Certain days demands escapes to a different city
Another place to put the restless mind and body
I choose the workers city south of home
A dirty place with a huge highway in the middle
In order to keep the workers mind focused
on work
The gigant harbour filled with containers and cars
The factory making trucks and the factory making medicine
To drug the world and make life filled with pills of different color
I love that place, poor people from all over the world come here
To seek the true unhappiness in a life filled with thing and matter
Are they happy, happier or just busy making a living
I do not know and I am not going to ask them
I let them get on with their life and feel happy that this
is not my home but a lush green place that is ok for a day or two
or more, enjoying the serene feeling of being a stranger in a land
That never been mine
Just keep on writing
Even if the day has
Been to long gone
the world turns on a word
I'm just another dreamer...
let's mend the broken
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