Time To Start Work

It is time to go to work

Make another day

Go away

See the light in our

Daily fight to get

Bread and butter on the table

Showing that you are able to survive

Maybe even to thrive

Not just staying alive

Contrasts

Outside and inside

So different places

Same location and still

Not the same

Inside the chaos, confusion and frustration

Outside the order of man

The birds and the tree

Well ordered paths

Good maner people

Behaving well

Inside a war between

Wounded souls

Wounded egos

Lost aspiration

Outside too cold

Inside too warm

No rest

Only relentless repetition

Of patterns learned

From long time ago

In the great childhood days

To End It All

When I give up

I do it

The whole way

Just until

I am ready

To kill my self

Then I stop

Taking the

Very long and troublesome

Way back

Each time a little harder

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