Vortex

The mind is easily

Lost in memories

Good or bad

Important or trivial

Never mind

They keeps you

Busy

Wasting the present

Setting the future

Sometimes

The thoughts are silent

But not for long

Circular Lope

Midnight is a bad time

For reflection

It is late and the mind

Moves in circles

But in that chaos

There are only one

Thing sticking

Do not lose your self

Turbulence

What are we

Fighting for

All the time

An eternal domesticated

Struggle

A circular chaos

The great family

Circus

A sort of natural law

Run Rerun Return Repeat

The mind runs around

In circles

While the body still sleeps

Visiting the same places

Again and agin in the

Dream

Life was hard on me

Creating wounds

That will not heal

In a lifetime

Still every day

We, me and my body

Get up, go to work

Fight the fights of the day

And return home

In order to rerun

The show in perpetual pattern

That is what life is a show

But no one is watching

No one really cares

We are just machinery

And decoration sometimes

Only at night do we

Leave on vacation