Invisible

Traveling along the small trail in

Far north

The road keeps turning

This road

Were once used by the

German Vermacht

Built by the Germans

After they hunted all the

Islanders away

This is not a road but still a road

Overgrown by flowers and nettles

Like history itself more

Fiction than fact

But still underneath

The stones and gravels

Are there as well as some

Barbed wire

Doggerland

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

The Redirector

Rewriting the future

By forgetting the past

Everything gets disappears

Into the great fog of lost memory

The ground still remains

As well as the laws of nature

Just more incomprehensible

Than ever

Creative Self Destruction

Remembering all the loses

I had in my life

The incomplete feeling of

Being incompetent

Being in the wrong place

The wrong time

All the time!

What matters is

The things that gives

Strength and hope

No problems are solved

By self destruction

Inner Battle

Fighting an inner enemy

A game that cannot be

Won at any moment

Fighting myself

I turn out to be the

Loser whatever

I do