Trapped

Things went south

In a very bad way

I stayed put

Believing things would

Get better

They didn’t

Now I cannot leave

Freedom

Can I ever be free?

Being trapped

In my own mess

For such a long

Time

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

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

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