The Great Paradox

Life is so precious

Valuable and still so short

Lost in thousands of rainy days

Just a few moments of happiness

Then it is all gone

Without any joy

Life becomes a grey mass of water

A dirty river

A quarry for time thieves

A dumb and concentration camp

Full of traps and dangers

Without any rewards

Life is so precious and

Still treated as an almost

Worthless commodity

Ad Hoc

Who am I?

Why am I?

Being present

In a least

Two worlds

At the same time

Connections and memories

Passing through my mind

Intensive madness in a box

Wasted Time

The blocked energy

Forever contained

In contradictions

It is just getting worse

Futile to make a change

The river flows slowly

Towards the sea

Soon it will be too late

Or maybe it is to late

Already to change

This life past

Without meaning

Why was I ever here

Locked

Confused and tired

The mind locks itself

Confronted with

The leftovers

Of a long life

Just the dream

Of a better life

Remains

Coming Out

Playing the game of being

In the world

Being social,

Almost normal

While my mind is hiding

Changing course quickly

Like a supertanker

Turning

Cold Love

Dreaming in the cold

White night

Of summer

Love is cold

Like ice in the summer

Love is cool

Emotions frozen

Frozen yogurt

Will not

Keep you warm

At night

Mosaic of Fear

Fear has ruled

My life

Fear of getting hurt

Beaten up, killed, humiliated

Hiding behind a friendly smile

My soul suffered and

The game of dishonesty

Took over

Now when life is

Almost over

I wonder why

Life Flow

What ever I am

Wherever I go

Life changes

Like the water in the river

Always renewed,

Always the same

Life

Trying to deal

With the pain

Life is a paradox

Love and loneliness

Take turns

Like in a dance

Our past Surrounds us

We are here

For a short time

Use that time well