Wrecking The Boat

Sometimes we become trapped

In the past

While life moves on

Confused

We are trying the old patterns,

Ways and tricks

But to no avail

We are starting to sink

And the only way

Is to keep swimming

The destruction did not

Make us wise but kept us going

With as much as we could carry

Only to end up almost naked

At the beach, starting all over

Again and again

Until we perished into the

The cold, deep blue

Baltic

Coming Out

Playing the game of being

In the world

Being social,

Almost normal

While my mind is hiding

Changing course quickly

Like a supertanker

Turning

Habits

Finding other ways of doing things

Is tricky

Like breaking bad habits

Still this have to be done

Because if we don’t

It just stays

A patter

Paradox of Change

Nothing can ever remain

The same again as

Everything changes

All of the time

We will eventually

End up in the same spot

And everything remain

Still almost the same

Mess

Stress fills up the life

Makes living unpleasant

Creates bad habit

And generates very little sleep

No peace of mind

Trying to find new ways of living

While the sun rises

Higher every day

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