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

The Windy Road

The vision is not

Always clear

Especially at night

After not sleeping

But the road continues

Not always conscious

But still we aim moving

Forward to a place

Where thriving is more

Part of life

Than surviving

The Way, Camino

The long road, demands an explanation

A reason to walk the dusty path

Tired, long time after sunrise

Being inside the house that is crumbling

I watched the sun moving over the sky

Preparing to heal and reach the ocean

Still dreaming more than being awake

I opened the door

And left

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