Things are rigid
Stalemate
Blocked and the hope
Is hidden under deep snow
No miracle is expected
More of the same
All of the time
In perpetua
Things
The Coming of Age
I am lost here
Without leverage
Just a lot of servitude
And empty actions
Life is so filled
With frustration
I am to old
To start something
Or to young to
Understand anything…
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Blocked
Life did not give me many choices
When anxiety eats your mind
Limiting the options
Still I am here
Day by day
Weaker and balder
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Living the Paradox
There are so many different ways to live
So many options in the world
Still why are we so trapped in our own perception
Of what is possible and
How to do things
How life should be?
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Afternoon
I am bleeding
Losing energy
All the time
Soon it will
All be over
Did not manage
To solve the riddle
Of being me
Pacified and blocked
No solution in sight
Only the sun is higher
Every day in the sky
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No
I cannot solve anything
Creating a mystery of inner solitude
Running
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A Memorial To The Sun
The sun brings up memories of happier days
That will not return with or without the sun
A cold and intensive light colors the morning
Time is forever, because the time to change
Has gone away long time ago
All that is to be done now is raging, raving, running
I will not solve anything because the block
Is bigger than me, stronger than me,
Eventually it will kill me
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Closed
Empty thoughts
Going through
My head I know
To much already
Don’t want to deal
With this
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Rusted Machine
Who am I?
I do not listen
Anymore and
To any reason
Good or bad
Flexible as a
Corroded padlock
Anxiety beyond
Reason became
My destiny and
Overlord
