Hiding away in a sofa

A place where I

Cannot be found

The mind is still

In flight mode

Quickly thinking

And searching for

Different ways out

What will settle its


Reflection on Margins

Finding the margins

Tiny and limiting

No big adventure

In the making

What to do?

Everything, nothing or something

Just so nice to leave it all behind


The critical moment has passed

Only the spoils remains

I tried to catch the moment

Have to catch it again


When losing control


That you never had control

Just the illusion of being

In control


Some changes comes slowly

Surprisingly discreet

Crisis appears after that

Life is not so obvious

Underneath it deep

Movements takes place

We are just on the surface

Floating on the waves