Decisions

Choices are difficult things

Options that are not true options

Just another maze of actions

Leading to obscure futures

And foreseeable patterns of repetition

Once I saw myself as a free man

Now I doubt that very much

Time will not tell nor heal any wounds

On Violence

Violence comes unexpected

Like a quick flash

Sometimes it is verbal

The result is a feeling

Of degradation a feeling

Of losing your agency

And confidence to take action

In No Control

Taking the command

Deciding how life should be

What a beautiful illusion

How could that ever be

When you not in

Control of your own actions

Loss of Action

Logic is losing its meaning

When you cannot act

Being trapped in panic

The crisis is growing

But the mind keeps

It hidden, but aware

Being in denial of reality

Because reality cannot be

Changed

Remains

History is what remains

Things that is not here

But could have been

What is not happening

As well as what is going on

What we did not do

As well the results of what

We did a long time ago