The roads

I am so tired

The words are being taking out of my mouth

I cannot tell you the true story

I cannot tell you what to think

How to do it

There is a way

I know there is a way

Just do not know what way

To take

And it does not matter

Any way is a good way now

I do not see the end of the road

But I know it is there

Adrift

Losing sight of other side

While crossing the river

Whatever I do

At the moment

I am

Losing the feeling

The motivation to do anything

I did not succeed

To change my life

Just lost the power

To take action

And here I am

Having to start

All over again

Agony and pain

Still some hope

But mostly darkness

Winter nights

The winter night is cold

Promises nothing

Only cold feets

And silence

We are waiting

We will wait for a long time

Before the cold spring light

Enters this room

On the Road

Life can be like

A very long journey

Through the desert

Windy, sandy and dirty

Slowly draining you of energy

Changing the perspective

Turning around the prism

In the kaleidoscope

Nothing is clear

The way has been lost

Long time ago

So suddenly

Any road is the right one

If you don’t know

Where to go

 

Stones

The road is long

And full of stones

Hardly a road

Leading to unknown

We carry our heavy

Burden under

The sun,

Hoping one day

For realease

In the end

It all fades away

And we become

Part of the road

No Healing

Realizing that

My life has

No solution

I am just

Repeating old

Patterns

I give in

And change

Direction

Once again

No more

Trying

To heal

What is

Brooken

Raw Cravings

Sugar is a strange and

Remarkably thing

Taking us hostage

In all its sweetness

Making our life bitter

Unbalanced and neurotic

Still we have a very hard time

Leaving this vain and demanding

Lover of our choice,

Fear and frustration

Is easiest battled with

More poison but of

A different type

The road to salvation is a

Mystical thing