Morning Routine

Every morning the same routine

The same conflicts

And the running

Like a rat

Up and down the stairs

Running out

Coming back

Losing, not finding, forgetting

And eventually

She is gone

In a cloud of smoke

Missing the bus

And her life

Dark Morning

Suddenly I woke up

In a moment of

Short, sanity

Realizing that

Inside me

A birth was taking place

Confused and overwhelmed

I started to examine what type

Of birth it was, realizing that I did not

Really know maybe

A parasite or a new me?

A fantastic idea or a new way

To make tea?

Something very different it was

Quickly disappearing out of

The consciousness and I

Went into the gray clout of

Everyday winter light

A Lost Day

Losing a meaning or two

Feeling like an empty shell

After sleeping on the floor

This night.

The days are so dark

Only some dawn and dusk

Never true dayligth

Feeling confused and hungry

Lost in myself and my own inability

To change,

To do the right thing

I do not know what is the right thing anymore

Action

Suddenly I wake up

Realizing the morning

It is within reach

Slowly moving

Need to take action

Change, grow

On the journey

Into the unknown