Remembered

what will I ever be

Remembered for

My name, my words

No that will not survive

No written account will remain

Only the movement

I once learned will

Stay far far in the future

Dreaming Life

Creativity is a slow process

Trying to get out of the depression

Is like living in a surreal dream

Is this really my life

Are those problem really my problems?

What happened?

Can I take it again?

No it is forever passed

The Final Spell

Sometimes everything

That needs to be said

Is said in a sadistic

Way when you are old

Life feels fulfilled

Even though it has been

Rather awaful

You could live 500 years

Or die tomorrow

Never mind

The Dots

Connecting and putting

All the dots together

Forming new patterns

Unknown but workable

For some time

Bringing back life

And connection to

Isolated mental villages

Building roads takes time

Building meaning even more so