The Balance

Life can easy turn

Into a nightmare

When your life

Is filled with

Unstable people

And conditions

A bad relationship

No work, no home

This happens around us

Everyday

Sometimes it happens to us

Too

And we are lost

Out of balance

In the big or small

City

Borderland

Waking up in the middle of the night

From the catacombs of dreams

A tunnel going from living to being alive

The dreams keep me happy

Reality disappoints me

Still I prefer being awake

And the balance between

Dreaming and Living

Subway mists

And here I am again

An angry man yelling

In the street

Bothering everyone

Passing time by acting

Crazy, dirty and wretched

Scaring children, women and some men

Disturbing the so tranquil balance

Between the conditions of being a town dweller

And just a disturbed frustrated man in a to big flock

Pretending to be living an advanced life in the city of trivial

Dreams impossible to comprehend or ever achieve

But still a city with its much wider but still limited

Freedoms dating back to the free republics of

The white sea in the far south

Long gone Socrates also learned to know its

In fact very strict limitations

Drinking bad wine and talking to much

Day and night

Unbalanced

Listening to the sounds of the house

Water flowing through pipes

Dinner being made

Children playing

The murmur of  a YouTube channel

I am there and in the same time at a distance

Taking part and observing

Losing distance depletes me

Being distant means falling into my

Own ocean of dreams and circular journeys

Where is balance to be found?