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

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

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

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