The Patriarch Circle

I recognise that story

The old patriarchy decides

What is right and wrong

Good and bad,

The other people stays silent

In the background

Avoiding conflicts at all cost

No contact with the contender

The incumbent patriarch

Rules until he falls down and die

Less and less flexible over time

The end comes and

The new patriarch repeat

The pattern

Maybe it is time to break this

Patten once and for all

The Passing Life

Fearing the future

I still have to accept it

For what it is and not

Life went away quickly

Now I am here alone

Waiting for it to end

Did it have any meaning?

I don’t know, just know

What I am at the moment

Where I am

Friends

Embracing change

Whatever it means

Is so hard

Especially scaling down

Leaving thins behind

Not keeping everything

My life was so hard

When it comes to leaving

Trying to keep every false

Friend forever

Being so lonely

Pouring Down

The grey sky is wide open

Pouring down it’s frustration

Filling puddles and street

With wet sullied wastewater

Brown, gray even black water

Going down sour

You on the other hand

Call me to throw up your

Deep frustration

Just like the dark sky

Over us

Life is a madman’s game

You can play it well

But whatever you do

He sets the rules

They are changing

All the time

When he

Suddenly out of a wim

Changing his mind

You on the receiving end

No one there to support

You all alone

You try to stand

While he is beating

You bad

Then he leaves you in the gutter

This is my game he says

Smiling and walk away

You have to get home

To prepare for

The next day

In the game