All around us people are
Busy with themselves
Filling empty frames
With different content
Fulfilling dreams and distractions
Living their great illusions
Until it all evaporates
Into thin air
Filling Up
The Final Spell
Sometimes everything
That needs to be said
Is said in a sadistic
Way when you are old
Life feels fulfilled
Even though it has been
Rather awaful
You could live 500 years
Or die tomorrow
Never mind
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The Only Soul
Stress isn’t a relief
Just a bit of thinking that
Affects your body
A pattern for survival
A way to live
Exist in a complex
World
That eventually drains
You up because
We have only one soul
And it’s need to be
Taken care of
Gently
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Disruptions
I lost my life
I lost my meaning
The path disappeared
Over night,
A sort of repetitive pattern
I would show in my life
Huge contrasts and a dramatic
Breakup from past relation and meanings
Things, matter and economy became upside down
As I tried to get out of the dizziness
Finding a new way of being
It left scars in the soul
Bleeding and screaming for safety
Avoiding every risk
Making life dull and boring
And soon enough
It was time to disrupt
Again and again
Until the bitter end
That is now
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Friday Afternoon Frustration
No peace of mind
Just eternal struggle
Anxiety will never go away
Before the day
I die
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