The Maze

When ones mind is restless

Wandering, meandering

Away

Quickly to unknown destinations

Into the past or present even the future

Late at night or early morning

When small things becomes big

And big things small

Know then that this too

Shall pass

And leave the mind to itself

Searching

Lost in the snow

Looking for a way

Out of the maze

Somewhere

I still believe

That is possible

But what is outside

Of that maze?

At Bay

Traveling through the underground

The road well travelled

My headphones keeps

The world at bay

This awful day

The Minotaur 

Finalising the unthinkable 

I have become a monster

A Minotaur in his dirty, stinking

Maze

Without entrance and exit

I walk around looking out 

The tiny Windows to see

What is going on in the

Outside world

Hoping, even expecting 

The one day an earthquake 

Will make the walls

Tremble and fall 

More than 4000 years

Have I been waiting

The world has changed

But the tyrants remains

Doing their dirty deed 

In front of me every day

While the water slowly

Grinds the stone

Fear and Prosperity

It is all in the making

We just do not know what it is

The aggressive confidence

Easy solutions to difficult problems

Or just denial of that there are anything wrong

The snow keeps falling,

While we are preparing

Clearing the shelter, cleaning the gun, stocking up

We know, we believe, we fear

Still we know nothing, remember nothing

Real war is still distant, surreal

In silence I prepare my life as an ageing Odysseus

A journey that will last a life time

Without returning to Ithaca