Morning Sun

Blistering heat, a never ending road

Dusty and stony

Disappearing in the distance

A relentless wind carries the noise

Of the city from afar

A country that is not mine

A road for strangers on the way

To salvation or condemnation

Being a non believer this is weird

Not my place, not my life

Still my choice

I rest my soul here in the dust

Of human grief and desires

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

Aquarium

Giving life to these dirty walls

Life in the aquarium

Little oxygen, little life

What feeds us, what is feeding on us

What is uncertain,

The night falls already early,

Early in the morning

Sleepless Light

Life in the city can be

Like a sleepless night

There is always something

Going on, somewhere

People moving around, walking,

Biking, begging, drinking, making out

Or living in their mobile screen slowly

Losing their mind and soul to the big monster

That is Internet

Getting lost and being abused by

The big five

This ultimate madness that drives humanity

Into the dance of death

With it self late in the Holocene

Roots

Outside the normal path

Another road

Overgrown with

Roots of trees growing

Strong under

The poisonous asphalt

Sorrow and death destroyed

The hope long time ago

Almost to late I eventually

Found my path not knowing

Where to go and how long to follow

Eventually life demands and

Destroy any other option

But the evening comes fast

That time of the year

New Paths

Changing path is a hard thing

Only done when necessary

Finding a path can be even

Harder when there is no one

There to help you out

Like looking for a place

To rest from the wind

On a barren island

On a way

Camino Real

Walking the Camino

Is difficult and easy

The road so long

From the border of

France, going through

An endless landscape

In northern Spain

Suddenly your feet gets

Sour and the blisters that

Grow is terrible

But you keep on walking

Knowing that your future

Depends on your ability

To reach the target, goal, stone,

Church or Ocean

Because the failure

Inevitably diminish you

It just to find another way

Getting home