What Will Happen

The future is at best uncertain

We are feeling insecure

Nothing can be taken for granted

We heard it all before

Again and again

An uneasy existence

At the margins

While the world breaks down

As we use to know it

Among the Wolfs

Being tired

missing sleeping

Night after night

Waking up

For three hours

To contemplate all the things

That should have been done long time ago

Before sleeping

Watching movies or

Listening to endless podcast

The price for an hour of sleep

Is high, precious gift

When a pill can cure it all

Yes why not

What a pathetic

Conundrum

Midnight Poem

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

Creatures of the Night

I open up the door

There they were

All the creatures of the night

That for many years had filled me with fright

Small and lonely fading away a sad bunch

We created you and you created us

But like bees and butterflies

We nurture you and when we gone

A sad place this earth will be

You just wait and see

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