Dreaming Life

Creativity is a slow process

Trying to get out of the depression

Is like living in a surreal dream

Is this really my life

Are those problem really my problems?

What happened?

Can I take it again?

No it is forever passed

Perspective

Time might tell

About the road taken

Never about what never

Came to be

We are therefore half blind

When making our decisions

Never mind

Things are definite

And other things will be

What they will be

In time

When it is up to us

To decide

The True Loser

What is the conclusion

From experience

Is that

All my life

I have been

A loser

I accept that

Whatever I do

I will be lost

Before I tried to be

A part of your society

Now it does not matter

Anymore

Your survival is your problem

I will soon be gone

Camping out

With the dinosaurs

Dreamers

I live in my dreams

The daytime is just

A temporary nightmare

Surviving the morning and the

Night

Always on the way

Back to the reality,

My dreamworld

Wartime Walk

Running for my life

It is early in the morning

The first day of the war

I am sweating

The blood in the gutter

And all the bodies

Still warm torned apart

Bloodless white skin

I have no time

Time ended today

Still time is important

If there is any chance

We might make it

But the truth is

It is too late