Mirroring the world
Not by free will
But by being
In it and behaving
Very erratic
The World Outside
On Writing
This is my backbone
My faith, my savior
My last stand
In a confusing world
Where the mess cannot be
Made up anymore
No it fills the entire
Room with its noise
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Time for Tea
This is the end
The very end
My best friend
We move from coast to coast
Looking for where
The best of times
Can be our host
But it s over now
We are trapped
In this time trap
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Travel out of Bounds
Finding a way out of here
Losing the grip of normality
A way of leaving behind
What was never meant to be resolved
All those expectations
Leave them behind
Life is broken
And so is the planet
Lost in its own creation
Meaning a great remorse
Nothing has to be done
By me or by you
Demand and desire
Are just vanishing shadows
In the rising morning sun
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Searching For The Real World
Going out into the margins
The places where I can get
A decent perspective
A place from where
It is possible to understand
The world once again
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A Better World
Dreaming of a better world
Where we don’t
Have to live in fear
Of losing, fear of
Not being accepted
Without starvation,
Without repression
A world of light, a world of darkness
Like a paradox, a conundrum
The answer is not in the dream
But beyond it, far of in another future
Where we all meet again
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