A Place To Rest The Mind
Time runs fast and still very slowly
Experiences varies from day to day
The worst thing is that certain parts
Of the brain feels sealed off
Connection missing, meetings, decisions
Are not remembered
Living in the middle of the chaos
Is so crazy it goes on and on and on
Lost forever and ever
Lost in life
Living again and again
So many times
I got very tired
In the end
Moksha
Time for tea!
What are we?
What did we not see?
Blinded by our dreams
In early evening light of a
Falling sun
Here we are in this dirty place
The people that we are
Are the ones we hated yesterday
We despise ourself
Because in our own eyes
We are failures
Creatures not worth living
We thought that we had
All the answers but this is not the case
We are losers
Soon dead
Leaving the world
To be destroyed
By the more successful
Of our stupid spices
The conflicts start
early in the morning
Promising a miserable day
Every move and action we take is a
part of a bigger pattern
So is the conflicts as well
It is all in the open to read
Still we go into a
Relationship with open eyes
Blinded for the longterm suffering
Freedom comes at a price
Always at a prize
It is sometimes
Hard to distinguish
From slavery
Time running through my mind
Loosing some seconds here and there
What happened?
Where is my soul today?
Lost, like my mind and will
Now I am here late in life listening
And looking for a path to live by
When things are so bad
That you can not stay
Focused and everything
Is so sad
That you cannot live anymore
You are looking for the door
To another life or no life
At all
Then is time to get away
Run far away
Before you are getting
Killed or kill yourself
Just by accident
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