What changes are
Possible
What are just dreams
And illusions
We will see
But we can
Never be completely
Certain
Changes and Illusions
Connect
There are many ways of being
Lost and lonely
Connection cannot be found
Easily with others
But it is always worth a try
Failing is better than not acting
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Summer
So much noise
The mind is lost
In distraction
Missing out almost
The beauty of the
Small world
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Starting Point
There are many forms of madness
As well as a great variation of wisdom
We never know where to start
Confusion is the gift of the Creator
It is even harder to know where to stop
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Playing the Game
Achieving new rewards
In order to sustain
What is unsustainable
The illusion of being
A winner while losing
The things that matters in life
A great way to go on
Not changing a bit
Remaining in the same position
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Competition
My father told me how to lose
And leave things behind
Every Friday he had to win
Every Friday we played badminton
I being smaller was an easy match for him
One time things turned out differently
We went skiing in the mountains
The bitter cold at top and gray sky
Made him challenge me
-First to the bottom wins he said
And off I went
Fearless down the hill
He came far behind
I won not by 100 meter
But maybe 400 meter
He never spoke about it
Again
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Changing Stories
Creating a new narrative
Another story about myself
About the world
Forgetting that
Life moves Within its own dynamic
Very different from what we
Know and want or understand
Being a short lived flower
By the ocean
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On Magic
Magic is a strange thing
Working best in
Your dreams
Reality is another thing
Making the options
More limited
Flying is very hard to do
As well as moving rocks
By the mind
Or using telepathy
(A telephone works
Much better)
However reality remains
The dreams always evaporate
Continuity is the most powerful
Illusion of reality
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The Spring War
The war started
Early in May
Being lost a surprisingly
Quick speed
We hid in our basements
Trying to make the most of it
But when the heavy rains
Started in June
We had enough
By then the war was over
But the problems remained
So we took our last money
And went to the mountain
Being treated as outcasts by
The locals
We spent the evenings
Discussing Nietzsche and kept
To ourselves
In the autumn we returned
To the city with
A completely new view of the world
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Sunday Pastime
Travelled to the other side of the moon
To drink some tea
With the old Chinese man
The weather was the same as
One billion years ago
We sat on his porch
Throwing GPS marked stones
A mile or so
(Gravity is a bitch sometimes)
Got into a quarrel on
How to interpret
The journey to the red gorge
A truly intellectual undertaking
Made another summer
Thousand years ago
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