A Place To Rest The Mind
Our life’s are filled with control
Disruption are part of that control
Changing our behavior and thinking
Life tend to be even more controlled
Afterwards until there are so much
Control that freedom is the exception
That is a truly destructive illusion
Fitting our time and mind
The waves tell a different story
All things happens
All the time
In synchronizity
We are every age
At the very same time
All of the time
You better be in time
It is a long time since
That meeting in China
Took place
But every night
I am there talking
Negotiating prices and profits
Remembering
Who I was
In a life long time ago
The zone
Is here
A new chapter has begun
This is really fun
We are going to run
Putting things together
Broken mirrors, bikes, a life
Mending them with glue
Words and sometimes
The occasional welding
Everything can become healed
Or not
If the social bond
Is broken by fear and lies
Starting from nowhere again
The outcome is uncertain
Inside I am boiling being furious
Feeling reduced to rubble
To nothing
Even though I recognize the pattern
Nobody will ever change this
It is ingrained in my very being
To fail and being nobody
A cloak for something
Much more sinister
That goes beyond time
O messiah
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
The morning breaks
With a violent scream
The silence left us
Together with our dreams
Scared and lost
To our everyday universe
Of work and deprivation
From our life sources
The material that materialize
Into us and our beds
I know
I have to fight
But
I have been fighting
My whole life
Every time things get worse
Only temporary victories
I feel the pain of being here
Trapped in my history
And fear of the future
What to do
Where to go
How to find motivation
Building a life from scratch
The turning point
Was not a turning point
Just a reason to move on
In the same direction
Restless and relentless
Trying to solve
The same problem
The same way as before
The Poem at midnight
Will not tell you that story
Again, sorry
My story is short
The message is not important
And very important
Since is me
Me is the center of universe
No one and nothing is more important
I even got an autograph once
Written by a very important author
Whose name I have forgotten
(After all is not my name)
She or he agreed
To something
But I cannot tell you what
All the my energy is absorbed
By thinking on me
the world turns on a word
I'm just another dreamer...
let's mend the broken
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It is all about words. Your words are enough to shatter someone's heart. Your words are enough to make a broken heart unbroken. Words have the power to change your life perspectives.
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