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

Locked In

Daniel Stintzing

Closed perspective, closed people

I do try to learn from my mistake

Maybe this is possible

Maybe not

Slowly moving masses of snow and

Really cold weather

Remains me why I once left this country

Now I am a prisoner here

This great gilded cage

Makes the choices rather