There are many different
Types of war
Inner and outer
Sometimes they coincide
Sometimes not
But here we are
Waiting for the total war
While we are collecting
White stones on a tiny beach
In the afternoon
There are many different
Types of war
Inner and outer
Sometimes they coincide
Sometimes not
But here we are
Waiting for the total war
While we are collecting
White stones on a tiny beach
In the afternoon
After a big shock
(It is a never ending sequence)
Here we are
Again and again
Trapped in the turmoil
Conflict of course
Going on again and again
If there only was shadow
And a little bit of water
Some flowers
The night is not dark
More blue and filled with errors
This is the twilight zone
A place for melancholy
And desire
Long gone memories returning
To the land of the dead
Fear and frozen fingers
Silence and mosquitos
Only the tiny creek
Provides some distracting noise
Listen, listen
Because you will not hear
Anything
Unless you are humble and patient
The forgotten gods is almost gone
Still present in the
White summer night
When the anxiety gets
Too mighty
Too strong and powerful
Like a river of rage
And fear
Cold, cold river
Like in the far north
Where the trees will not grow
One try to survive
It is hard and confusing
Just being here
Eventually it might work
At the moment
I am under the ice
Looking for open water
And bluer skies
I have no hope and no fear
Just a feeling of being free
Free like Kazantzakis
Reading the writings on the dirty wall
Long time ago in Heraklion, Crete
A game of words
Leading to this conclusion
Still so tempting for
The tired mind
Outside and inside
What we are
What we could be
This is it
This is now
Still changing into
Something different
Not like now but still
We are never the same
We never enter the same
River twice
The sun shines
Whatever happens
The coast is lost
The safe haven gone
The rising water
Changed everything
Our beloved land
Now under water
For thousand of years
To come,
Hiding our monuments
And our ancestors dreams
The barren cliffs and marshes
Will be ours to keep
Fighting the sea and
The others
Falling over and you find yourself
In the middle of the stream
The danger is as greatest there
Strong and vigil it takes you
Under the surface in to the black current
Surviving is only possible while
Drifting of in cold water to the edge
Wash your body ashore on the rocky beach
Frozen spring
Broken sunlight
Destroyed hope
Awaiting solution
No time to think
Trying to get my mind
Together against all odds
This will not change
But this life has to change
Water streaming around me
Warm water in a cold place
The bridge takes you high above the black water
Avoiding the cold and treacherous ice
That will let you down into the cold void
Every winter a few people dies falling into
The black universe under the ice
Fear and curiosity mix
Sometimes safe, the risks are great
Water giving and taking life
All the time
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