Running Wild

Stress, being afraid to lose

The grip, the control

In a fighting mode

Ready and prepared

Still not present

Avoiding the fight

So I have to get down

Feeling that I can

Take the fight

Eventually

Perspective

It is different to become older

Your perspective changes

The future becomes the past

In reality, creating a paradox

Whatever you do, knowing

That it will not result in a bright

And better future just more

Ability to carry the burden

Of being oneself

Western Sunrise

Hopeless and meaningless

Is my life,

I cannot see any reason

For being in this ugly world

But still I am here

Like a leftover from another

Era

I will soon be gone like the dinosaurs

And I will be so happy

To leave this awful place

Even though

The sun rises slowly in the west