A Place To Rest The Mind
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
My inner soul is abandoned
All my choices wrong
The anxiety uncontrollably
Being completely blocked
By other things
By other minds
By the will of others
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
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
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
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
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
Keep on trying
All the time
No matter
What it is
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
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
the world turns on a word
I'm just another dreamer...
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