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

Change

I am lost in

The idea of change

Maybe it is an illusion

Change might be a good idea

But a better idea is to be more

Of what I really am

Running around in a dead city

Trying to find a way to keep

Myself alive