Acting inn and out

Stress is something

That is always there

Underneath the calm

Surface

It detaches you from

What is you

A strategy is needed

Or a place or situation

Where meditation and

Relaxation is possible

Sometimes the pattern

Is so deep inside you

You have to be conscious

Of what is going on

First

Habitat of Habit

Being crushed by habit

Things that we do

Again and again

Repeating the patterns of the past

Hatred is an intense feeling

Eating you inside out

Contempt is more acid

Keeps you away from life

This is the life given to me

I have to work it out

Journeys Inside the head

The mind is a strange place

Repeating memes

Again and again

Connecting dots in

Mysterious ways

Working the same memories

Again and again

Then you fall a sleep

And suddenly it is all different

New meanings, new memes

Still nothing has changed

Outside your mind

The door is still there

As the carpet and the house

Is just you that has changed

A little

Dreamscapes

All those dreams

What is inside

My shattered mind

Lost both focus and

Concentration

Directed my lose ends

As well as I could

But got blocked in the end

Having all this time and still

Not being able to do anything

Because all these anxiety filled

My consciousness completely

This paradox being in and out of

Control created a fake identity

I am still trying to understand

What I am feeling and if I am

Feeling

Realising the importance of being

Authentic and how difficult it is

To be authentic

Just one of many paradoxes

That will never solve any problem

At all

Distressed

Stress is a bad thing

It makes you lose

Concentration and changes

Your perception

Suddenly you are lost

And unable to change

Before it is to late

Dramatic and inflexible

On the road to disaster

Still this pattern is so deeply

Ingrained in us

Doing our best, resulting

In the worst outcome

Perspective on Life

Life is getting slower when you grow old

The stories and dramas repeats itself

Every human thinks he is unique but

In reality we are just copies

Replicating patterns known from before

With some small variations

Accepting this is freedom

Repeat

We are always inside

Our head,

Our experience,

Our memories,

Haunts us down

Eventually they might kill us

Slowly not quickly

We repeat our experience

We are aware of this

Still we do it

Prisoners of our own mind

Still something gives us

A glimpse of free choice

Like diamonds in a sea

Full of shit

Losing Ground

Piece by piece

You lose yourself

When you have run out of energy

Resources, money

Every opportunity can become a threat

Of proving your incompetence

Your value is always limited now

Where is my place

Where can i reverse this tide pf destruction

Or is it to late?