The day passes quickly
And so is the night
When the mind is busy
With itself
Finding many ways
To run its course
Away from difficulties
And dangers
Absent Presence
Being tired
Writing, thinking and feeling
The mind is worn out
Tired and wounded
The memories are hiding
In their cave
Soon new challenges
Will come
New battles to be fought
To be lost or won
While the sun sets
In life
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Changing Stories
Creating a new narrative
Another story about myself
About the world
Forgetting that
Life moves Within its own dynamic
Very different from what we
Know and want or understand
Being a short lived flower
By the ocean
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Floating Minds
Having visions of future
Memories,dreams stories
Floating through my tired
Mind without any
Specific aim or meaning
Speechless and boundless
Unity with existence
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Remains
History is what remains
Things that is not here
But could have been
What is not happening
As well as what is going on
What we did not do
As well the results of what
We did a long time ago
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Consciousness
Desperate I am trying
To get my mind working
And I don’t manage
To stay awake
Leaving to the other world
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Problems Pro Solution
Problem that exist
That I have to do
Something about
Problem that don’t exist
But that I believe that
I have to do something about
Problems that I am not aware of and
Therefore do not act on
Something that is not a problem
But joy that I forgot
While
Thinking on all
Those
Problems
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Borderlands
Sleeping is a strange thing
Connecting the outer and inner worlds
Dreams and undefined
Insights and ideas
more or less useful
real but still false
Dissolves into thin air
Mixing memory and desire
Into something else
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Walking
To be conscious is a difficult task
Under us is an ocean of unknown
The ground is not safe
Every conscious step you take in any
Direction will sink down in the sand
Making every step very slow
Along the way that suddenly is not a way
But small, small trail
I get lost
Convincing myself I am on the right track
Knowing it is not true
The road will inevitable turn me back
To where I started
Again and again
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