The mind is lost
Confused by
All the new
Impressions
The mind is lost
Confused by
All the new
Impressions
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
What am I
A breath of thin air
A passing nothingness
Growth and destruction
No connection
Just an empty cold void
Surrounds me
In the early morning light
Dreams of a city
Clear black smoke
Coming out of a window
Lost souls finding redemption
I did fight the fire for a while
Until I realised that the meaning
Were not there anymore
The soul had left the body so
I left to
Finding peace in the country
Growing slowly
Buds that are opening
Themselves,
Flowers and leaves
Hope and fainting
Memories of lost summers
The sun changes everything
And nothing
Every year is a new revival
A new destruction
Relentlessly and without mercy
At noon
Crossing the bridge
Going underground
Finding that the old ways does not
Work anymore
Most things are lost
Others are found
In between the future and the past
Both fading away in the clouds
The structure that kept things
In place is fading away
I just have hope, without any reason
Searching for new places
Everything here is tainted and destroyed
Digging out new places under the ashes
Finding roots and stones
Boundless, eternal, flow of thoughts
Mindless stream of thoughts and passion
Running through my mind again
Trapped on earth but free in the mind
Who am I?
It does not matter
Identity is an illusion
It does not matter
Only being matters
Empty broken
Restless, filled with pain and anger
The grid
is also broken
Relations, betrayal
That is the only
Thing left
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