Outside the Dream

Waking up is always painful

A meaningless

Interruption of the dream

Life is a form of suffering

Given to us

Not by a merciful God

But a punishment

For something unknown

Maybe we just happened

To be clay, available

To an almighty creator

Indifferent to us

Most of the time

A past time for an

All powerful force

Already bored

In No Control

Taking the command

Deciding how life should be

What a beautiful illusion

How could that ever be

When you not in

Control of your own actions

No AI

Driving my car in a crazy way

Through the crowded city

Raging against the machine

The monster that controls us

The collective beehive

I don’t want to leave my control

To some boring self driving car

Love taking risk, being innovative

Creative

Why should I leave that nice

Illusion of being in control

For a moralising boring

Beast?

Storytelling

Writing to capture

My life

What it was

What it never became

What I wanted to do

What I manage to do

The time is running out

The pain of memory follows me

Wherever I go

But it can be written

It can be spoken

And put into pictures

Making things a little better

Distressed

Stress is a bad thing

It makes you lose

Concentration and changes

Your perception

Suddenly you are lost

And unable to change

Before it is to late

Dramatic and inflexible

On the road to disaster

Still this pattern is so deeply

Ingrained in us

Doing our best, resulting

In the worst outcome

Dealing With It All

For a long time

I was Striving to avoid

Dealing with

All the problems

They were so many,

So complicated,

And foremost,

They involved conflicts

Negotiations with other

That I felt so indebted to

But most of all it meant

That wiping up the dust

Making life more unpleasant

Than it already was

In the end

I realised that it wouldn’t matter

And my bad life

Would stay so bad

If I did not try to

Deal and solve

The problem