Traveling in my dream
I learned that my wife
Had changed our house
To a small cranky appartment
Where a relative to Saddam Hussein
Used to live
He had hidden a lot of gold there
She found it and shared it
With her arab lover/ helper
Called Ahmad
She despised him
But needed the money
To get rid of me
Leaving me in the flat
I tried to warn my children
They did not understand
4
I am looking
For the door
In order to run
Away to the fun
Leaving all that
Nonsense behind
This is the way
I survive
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
Good Habits
Getting crazy
Or not
Anything is better than being  blocked
This is so frustrating
Trying to get rid of anxiety
And it comes back worse than before
Habits or not
This is so strong