A Place To Rest The Mind
The darkness in
The tunnel is deep
Train passes by
Nobody will see me cry
I am the old man with
A wretched look and dirty hair
Talking with
That awful racist slur
Wearing an unwashed fur
Having a heart of gold
When the stomach of beer is full
Stinking like a dirty dog
Since I lost my sense and frock
Hardly standing
Watching life passes by
But his time has stopped
Just like his watch
Time will not do me well
Not even right the wrongs
watch
Searching for freedom
In nature outside this
Limited mental place
I am not there
Still not here
Just in Limbo
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
Severe situation with the weather
Life is a great surprise
There are no alibis
Nothing is certain in this world
That are how things are going to be
We are eventually going to be free
Still it is a long way to go
Throughout the summer
And in the snow
Running around
My own axis
Like Earth itself
My mind is there
And I am lost
In so many
Way but I am here
Closing the shop
Leaving my home
Traveling along well known
Roads towards the unknown
Will walk until
The sea stops me
My life is over and done with
Only the last chapter remain
The snow keeps falling
Outside the window
And it will keep on falling
Life were never easy
I never let it be
No one around me
Took it easy
The uneasy life
Got into everything
We all got caught in our
Patterns
Until I woke up
One morning and realised
That it did not matter
And walked of
Into to the wild
I never looked back
Trying to compensate
For a long walk
On the road to death
Being treated like an object
A helper of kind
No peace or compassion
Is being given
I am deserting this madness
Going out on my own
Into the
White night of the North
The night is not dark
More blue and filled with errors
This is the twilight zone
A place for melancholy
And desire
Long gone memories returning
To the land of the dead
Fear and frozen fingers
Silence and mosquitos
Only the tiny creek
Provides some distracting noise
Listen, listen
Because you will not hear
Anything
Unless you are humble and patient
The forgotten gods is almost gone
Still present in the
White summer night
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