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
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
Running around
My own axis
Like Earth itself
My mind is there
And I am lost
In so many
Way but I am here
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
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
Here I am again
Lost in expression
Lost in the same
Labyrinth again
Time passes
Patterns stay the same
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
Rewriting the future
Sunlight in the labyrinth
Creating prism and orientation
Life at night between dream and reality
Cold, lonely and light
The mind keeps
Falling apart
Cannot think anymore
Just so confused
No energy
Losing my memory
Quickly under the grey sky
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
the world turns on a word
I'm just another dreamer...
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