Limited Options

The entrance that once was so big and dominant

Have become small and well hidden

Maybe it is not even possible to enter

The once great building in the city centre

That use to be very prominent

Now is just a discreet part of the street

Avoiding being noticed in every way

It’s balconies tremble and not

Even the desperate smokers

Venture out thereby jeopardizing

Their life and future

Age changes us but still

We remain remarkably the same

Losing The Game

Life is unequal game

That we play

Whether we want it or not

You are part of that game

You know that you will always

Lose in the end

They have a car

You have your worn out sandals

The game is equal to all

But only the rich and smart

Can win

You wish they burn in hell

But they are all happy and well

In the end they give you a dime

And tell you that you are going

To be fine

But the truth is that you are going

To die alone and in pain

That is life here my friend

End it all before you fall

Let the play their game

Until they burn it all

That is their nature

Then you will be no more

Game is over my friends

Cold Light

The nights here in the north

Are short and brief

Quickly moving creatures

Almost invisible

Creating a blue skylight

Mixing memories and desires

Waking up the dead or long gone

Emotions

Maelstrom

There are limited choices

In the middle of a whirlpool

Moving the body

Losing direction

Getting dizzy

Incompetent

Lost

Any option to get out of here

Is good and wonderful

Still

Again and again

Trapped

Circular Lope

Midnight is a bad time

For reflection

It is late and the mind

Moves in circles

But in that chaos

There are only one

Thing sticking

Do not lose your self

Ending the Relationship

Anxiety cannot help

It only tells you to run

Run quickly

Everything more complex

Than that anxiety will not solve

Anything

But here I am running around

Prepared to leave

Without money or anything else

Needed to live

Just starting all over again

Nonstop

Agony has no limits

A ongoing feeling

Of immediate disaster

This will not end well

And it will never end

Is the feeling

Only short moments of relief

Comes suddenly and unexpected

Eternal Crisis

The crisis is like an ongoing dream

A never ending continuous process

Nightmare and adventure

At the very same time

The summer always surprises us

Creating a new saga

Every time

But before that comes the hard

Adoption the a new unknown

Reality that replaces

The reality as it once was