On Time

Times move on and on

No stop will ever come

Just a precaution presence

Of the dead

When we pass away

Suddenly like

An unpleasant surprise

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

This Morning

A long journey always starts

With a few steps

It is like this is it

This morning

When the eternal

Nocturnal light of the north

Gives the illusion of day

In the middle of the night

The Other World

Found a new world

Beyond the corner

Another place

Very small but still

Somehow relevant

Another universe

With its own weird rules

A place for contempt and

Contemplation, freedom as well as

Frustration, fruition and fertile imagination

That place I thought was mine

Until someone took it away

Awaken me to the futile experience

We call reality

El Camino

It is a long

Journey to home

Some of us might

Never reach there

But it is when we are

Trying that things

Become meaningful

Still without love

Home is no home

Even if it would be

Neighbor to Paradise

What are we?

In our journey of finding ourself

We sometimes find our self in strange places

Like an old car or very bad bar

In the journey of the self

All of our efforts may be to no use

We don’t know

Still we try

Because the alternative is

Eternal dullness

Open up

Entering the heart of greed

It is very cold in here even

Though the coffee is ok

But my mind is empty and

Open for every impression