In the Street

In the end

We are always

Alone

No one care

If you live or die

Just you don’t

Die in their home

It is ok

The Price of Wisdom

Wisdom is hard to earn

The name of the currency

Is your life

Is your hope

That is hard to handle

This is not what I dreamed of

But this is my destiny

To pay a price

So high

That I will never make it

In the real world

That is the price of being

Called “Wise”

The Train That Left

Being tired is not pleasant

Still what to do

All those things

Bringing us down

Again and again

There are no end to the torment and detriment

In my dreams I am

Running along platform

To catch the missing train

The train that would take me away

If I had been in time

That night more than twenty

Years ago

Taking the Punishment

Together and more alone

At the very same time

Traveling and staying

Being confused and clear sighted

All those qualities mixes

In the consciousness

I rather be somewhere else

But no one escapes ones own mind

This is my well deserved punishment

Still I deserve no punishment

For hurting other people

Only myself

A true believer in our age

Night poem

This is my sleepless night

And here we are again

Round and round my bed

Runs the memory

All the failure

That is me

Why did I not kill myself earlier

What right do I have to stay alive

I hate the world

I hate the walls of my prison

I hate my own inability to change

Only sleep comes

As a late relief

At six in the

Morning

Home

The plan was to leave

But instead I am stuck

In this dirty house

Filled with frustration

And unwashed clothes

Nobody is happy

Nobody has the energy

To leave this hell

Well deserved of course

But still strong enough

To keep you stuck

Our own home is ultimately

Our own prison

A Lucky Strike

The rich are the happy one

In this equation,

Improving their wealth

Every year

For the rest of us

Eternal struggle to make ends meet

We will suffer and eventually

In the next cycle

Lose even more

So please give us your change

So we can maintain ourself

And continue to pretend

That things will get better

Meditation at 5

What am I?

A fictional character

Living a little life

In a cold and hostile city

Near the North Pole

Playing different games and

Being played by

Strong women

Satisfying their neurotic needs

While they are doing their

Narcissistic deeds

Leaving me poor and empty

By the end of the day