There are many forms of madness
As well as a great variation of wisdom
We never know where to start
Confusion is the gift of the Creator
It is even harder to know where to stop
Starting Point
The Sea
Diving into the ocean
Once again as a fallen human
That is what I am
After all
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Maelstrom
There are limited choices
In the middle of a whirlpool
Moving the body
Losing direction
Getting dizzy
Incompetent
Lost
Any option to get out of here
Is good and wonderful
Still
Again and again
Trapped
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Old Wisdom
My grandfather told me
Timing is everything
It almost never works
But it is a great idea
Like most other fantasies
It sounds right and simple
Just do not try to implement it
The great evil fire octopus
Will get you if you do
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By The Sea
Life is an
Irrational affair
In the end we always lose
But in the meantime
Enjoy
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Labyrinth
In the old times
The maze was
believed to be important
For survival
Finding the way
Having a pagan meaning
Long forgotten
We still find them
Along our long
Coast on the way to
The cold north
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Sailing
Riding a boat
On the ocean
A small boat
Looking for fish
Looking for future land
Terra Incognita
Places to become
Discovered
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Lamentations From The Coast
Feeling very lost
At the moment
Time flied away
And here I am
An old wrinkled man
Without future or past
Just an eternal now
A present path
Of decay and inhibitions
Until the sea carries me away
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The Ego and the Sea
Trapped by myself
Enclosed and encircled
By my own mind
I looked at the sea
Ever changing
No constant no mind
Just movement
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A Stench of Paradise
Just being here
Trapped on a small island
In the wast emptiness of the mind
Another slow day
In the summer
A day so still that we are
Creating conflicts as a pastime
Running around in our own mind
Tearing down Paradise
