Things went south
In a very bad way
I stayed put
Believing things would
Get better
They didn’t
Now I cannot leave
Trapped
Freedom
Can I ever be free?
Being trapped
In my own mess
For such a long
Time
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Wasted Wisdom
Hope is a great quality
Hope is the best of drugs
Creating an illusion
Of what is possible
To do or not
Breaking the routine
Of heavy depression
Returning deeds
And actions
To the meager
Reality of patience
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Fighting Spirit
The conflicts start
early in the morning
Promising a miserable day
Every move and action we take is a
part of a bigger pattern
So is the conflicts as well
It is all in the open to read
Still we go into a
Relationship with open eyes
Blinded for the longterm suffering
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Loop
Sitting in the company of quiet old men
Reading their iPhones for meaning and comfort
While the music keeps humming together
Whit the bakery’s fridge in a very in easy way
We are waiting for the time to go
The time to go to the end
The sun shines through the dirty window
And enlighten our dreams that
Are as dusty as our mind
As rotten as the worst boat you
Can find
It won’t take us anywhere but here
Catch in our own loop
Turning round and round
The end is not near just no need
For fear our hope
Here in our loop
