Dark sun shining over me
Asking hard questions
About what it means
Being free
Who am I and why
This is me
Dark sun shining over me
Asking hard questions
About what it means
Being free
Who am I and why
This is me
What is progress
Success and failure?
Why does it matter,
So much to us?
My whole life has
Been a failure for most
Of the time
And still I am happy
What are we?
What are we doing here?
Just being still other
Things drives us
Into the abyss
That we are not aware
Of
What am I
Who am I
Why does it
Matter?
I need a vision
Something to
Hope for
But hope will
Never come
This way
It is nonsense
Like hope
Itself
The necessity to change
Now under
Heavy pressure
All the time
Inside and outside
Who am I
What am I
Why am I
All those questions running around like
Nervous flies in my head
Empty
Freezing in the intensive
Sunlight, slowly realizing
The hardship coming
I do accept reality
The question is
Whose reality
Do I live in
Why do we live?
I have no good reason
Demoralised and put in the margins
Nothing more than that
Nothing less
Still another day
Another year
Without love or support
Another year
Of hardship in
Front of me
More madness
More crazy people
More crap
Why do I live?
What am I doing now?
Why am I here?
No answers,
Only questions!
That are failing their purpose
That are failing their meaning
I am alone in this world
And so are you
In the end
But until then
Let us meet
Somewhere
In between the extremes
Problem that exist
That I have to do
Something about
Problem that don’t exist
But that I believe that
I have to do something about
Problems that I am not aware of and
Therefore do not act on
Something that is not a problem
But joy that I forgot
While
Thinking on all
Those
Problems
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