Why?

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?

Why

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

Problems Pro Solution

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

Conundrum

More time cannot solve any problems

More of everything is just more

Not better but less

Unbalance between want and  need

When having mad afternoon tea

With a naked girl

Talking nonsense

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Sunday

Sleepy, Slow moving Sunday

Nothing to say

The children are playing

In the front of the TV

My mind is empty

Safe

It’s a good feeling

For the very moment

This is all going

To change

But the night

Is the time

For free thoughts

And mad thoughts

The sleeping people

Cannot hear us

Nor read our

Minds