Stony Roads

Travel without any aim or reason

Walking outside in the rain

Mile after mile

On stony roads from dawn to dusk

My feet’s are sour and the stench intense

The backpack heavy and the mind like a

Broken record

Still fighting on,

For the few moments of solitude

On Thinking Out of The Box

Sometimes one have to think the

Other way around, going in the

Wrong direction, In December I had been in

San Francisco the day were getting shorter and the

Weather colder, I had the option

To travel home or to go somewhere

Else, I went to Taiwan and realised

That I should be in that part of the world

End Of The World

When reaching the empty house

At sunset, hiding from the wind

This is where the memory

Of the dead are stored

Names written or engraved

In shells from the nearby

Ocean, people come here to die

It looks like a good place to

End your days in the lilac light

In a foreign country

Remains

History is what remains

Things that is not here

But could have been

What is not happening

As well as what is going on

What we did not do

As well the results of what

We did a long time ago

In Search

I am looking

For my tribe

Being so lonely

In this world

Maybe it is

Gone or never was

The Search goes on

Until I find

Peace of mind

The Hope That Died

I did see my hope

Slowly die in the

Cold and dark

Winter night

First it turned blue

And then red

In the end it quickly

Evaporated into the icy air

Leaving only me and the despair

Behind in the dark blue night