Trying not to hurt myself
Not to kill any ants
While moving
The uphill
On the lost path
Small Steps
Our Future
Hate
The world
Doesn’t care
Until
It is too late
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Leftover
I am trying to find
A rhythm in my life
A meaning, purpose
But it is only leftovers
Of what once was me
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No Plans
I did not plan this
This was not my dream
Only tired reality
Options
Still the depression
Looms like a huge bird
Waiting for its pray
To come out into
The sunlight
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Things To Be Done
Whatever can be done
And how
I don’t know
Empty speeches
Will not change
Anything but
Create another
Great illusion
Time and time again
We relive and
Escape the fact
That action must
Be taken in the relevant task
Otherwise we will get very lost
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The Proposal
My life is silence
And an inner stormy sea
Different disasters
Forming my life
All the time
Keeping the feelings inside
I have difficult
To remember all of it
It is just a blur
But still I am here
Negotiating will not
Solve anything
Still I keep
Until the mist eliminate me
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Preparing The Battle
I have to stand my ground
Nervous full of fear
What am I?
Guilt, pain and deep
Anxiety that pulses through
The system
Still the sun shines through
The window
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An Empty Wall Of Thoughts
Since a long time
I live hidden
In the mountain
Surrounded by blind people
Busy with themselves
And others not noticing
Me more than my body and presence
The tower is damp and cold
I am a bitter old man
Writing and thinking
Finding little joy in life
While the battle for survival
Goes on in the valley
Few will ever read my thoughts
Long after I am gone
Only the flowers will
In their own way
Enjoy me and my ash
Very well worth
it the price of a great price for a great price
Gone behind the lines
On the other side
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Fantastic Vision
One night I dreamt that
Every human was free
Each one living in their own tree
A small treehouse for each one of us
In a green utopia
But I woke up in the desert
Cold and frozen
The trees had left
For a better forest
And I just walked around
N absolute horror
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Movements
So now we are trying
To change the world
Again
Beating up every effigy
And statue we can see
Hopping to change the world
One statue at the time
But maybe
By demonstrating we keep
Barking up the wrong tree
But what would the right tree be?
That beats me
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