Crisis Mode

I am here now

In the middle

Of everything

Running around

Looking for answers

That will never come

While the day turns into night

Cold Spaces

This life is like a cold dream

A beautiful nightmare in white

All actions are subdued

By the snow and the cold

Freezing passion and will

Surviving but not enjoying

Working but not living

Moving forward in this awkward spot

With the hope to leave

The Master Gender

The message is clear

Blunt and brutal

Your time is less worth

Then mine, I make the money

You are just a parasite

Not making any money

You do not matter

Whatever you do it is

Not enough


Me, me, me

And I

Have values and need here

You are my servant

I’m the bossy slave victim

Master of nothing and everything

My flower will never bloom