When losing control
Very early in the morning
A feeling of
Great panic
Still that is an illusion
We never have control
Just a belief and a will
That takes all the
Oxygen in the rooom
Panic
Woeful Game
Writing without
Finding any meaning
Only words
Written while being
Abused and used
For other purposes
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Glitch
When things goes wrong
And the the fault is ourselves
Something we did oversee
The blue mind triumphed
Over whatever you once
Thought was the right thing to do
The free will comes from the
Deep underground
Sources with limited access
Strange forces in play
Distorting our vision
Returning all our efforts
With no rewards
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Wrath
Being angry
Does not solve
Anything
Still it feels
So good,
I love wrath
True righteous anger
Giving such a strength
And motivation
Unfortunately it goes away
Too quickly
Leaving a feeling of burnout
And empty mind
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Being Free
Things are getting worse and worse
But here I am in the middle of it
It demands my whole being
I am looked in darkness
Dwelling among all the things
That has to be done and learned
I am sorry for this
But happy in the same time
This is me being free
In my own created prison
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The Price of Wisdom
Wisdom is hard to earn
The name of the currency
Is your life
Is your hope
That is hard to handle
This is not what I dreamed of
But this is my destiny
To pay a price
So high
That I will never make it
In the real world
That is the price of being
Called “Wise”
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Chained
I have to live
With myself
Eventually
All the time
Until I die
And then the unknown
If I do exist
That is
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Longing
Deep inside us and what we are
All the next action determined
By our destiny and will
Something that is neither
Far in our mind we do not
Understand ourselves
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Frigid Spring
Realising that if only get
Back some part of energy
I can save my mind
The situation is bad but
The sun is shining outside
In the cold frigid air
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Sometimes
The best thing is the sun
Gone for most of the winter
To get to know the heating strokes
Again
It is an awful place to live
Your life in darkness
Takes it’s toll
Will is not being
Done for you
In this
Cold early spring
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