Drinking to stay awake
So that the head
Becomes clear
Making the mind softer
The thoughts less quick
Less condescending
Being chained to the destiny
Any resistance is futile
Only the drugs give peace
To the battered mind
The Great Quest for Reality
I had this feeling of losing
Grip of reality
It seemed like reality had its
Benefits and deficits
The question is what is what
Dreaming is one level
True but mercurial disappearing
In the morning light
Only leaving slightly contours of memories
The repetitive world of every day
Is very much an illusion
When we leave it behind is just gone
Like a dream
Therefore my question is
What is reality and when is it really
Reality?
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Hell On Earth
There are many ways
To have a bad life
We are all programed
To get into our own hell
Just a little luck
And God
Might save us
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Struggle
Fighting the pain,
The fear and self-contempt
All the lost time, all the lost tears
All emotions repressed
In order to survive
And now when life is almost gone
Another try to get out of this cycle
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Alive
Whatever keeps me alive
It has to be strong
When despair
Grips the soul
In the middle of the night
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Longing
Deep inside us and what we are
All the next action determined
By our destiny and will
Something that is neither
Far in our mind we do not
Understand ourselves
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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
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Reflection
Having to deal with reality
In one way or the other
Not so meaningful or hopeful
More grey and slow moving
Filled with fear, anger and
Frustration
It is all there, we have to
Deal with this
In our everyday life
Trying to steer away from the most
Obvious traps
Life moves on like a migrant bird
On its way from the desert to the tundra
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The Control
Trying to keep control
But it is a waste of time
My stomach aches and
My mind is lost
Not here but still here
I do not need it anymore
I Let it go!
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White Dusk
The sun has left
The city for the
Night
Clearly
Night time is much
Worse
Mixing sleep and
The agony of lost
Life and opportunity
Mixed with fear of the future
That does not exist
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