I cannot change

The weather

I cannot change

The world

I cannot change

Your way of  being

I cannot even

Change myself

In a significant way

So how am I going

To change the life

Of all the Pandas in

The world?

Night Light

This dark winter Sunday

When the daylight

Leaves us Frozen and cold

It is Like being on the bottom

Of the sea

Lost among strange and

Colorful creatures

Eating each other

Rusted Machine

Who am I?

I do not listen

Anymore and

To any reason

Good or bad

Flexible as a

Corroded padlock

Anxiety beyond

Reason became

My destiny and

Overlord

Cleaning Up

Cleaning out the dirt

Destroying and creating

New patternas

I am not going to break down

Again, no

Not anymore

I just have to through it out of the system

All the lose ends being put together

Like a web

 

Metamorfosis

The night is white

Enlighten by the snow

And thousands of lamppost

A cold wind blows

filled with moisture

The clouds travels

Hastily from the west

On the street black shadows passing by

A reminder of the changeable

 

Existens

Sea

The sea is eternal

Waves and water

The same

Since billion years

We are the one

That changes

Not the water

No Healing

Realizing that

My life has

No solution

I am just

Repeating old

Patterns

I give in

And change

Direction

Once again

No more

Trying

To heal

What is

Brooken

Our Being

Silence is a good thing

It makes us listen

To our selves

Whatever we hear in

The silence

Our angst, circular thinking

Leftover memories.

Let it be

Just listen beyond that

Noise

Change

Change is a beautiful thing

And in the same time

A nightmare messing

Up our life, destroying

Safe comfort zones

Moving into the light

What once was hidden

Hiding things that once

Was in the open

Ending ever ongoing