A Place To Rest The Mind
Here we are in this dirty place
The people that we are
Are the ones we hated yesterday
We despise ourself
Because in our own eyes
We are failures
Creatures not worth living
We thought that we had
All the answers but this is not the case
We are losers
Soon dead
Leaving the world
To be destroyed
By the more successful
Of our stupid spices
being creative
Is being controlled
By a witch
She has no
Consideration except
For herself and her
Not so wonderful being
She is the sun
I am the dirty lump
Called Earth
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
Surveillance going under the skin
Of who you are, why you are and
How can we sell you our products
Worldview and bad deals
You know nothing, we know everything
For sale our slave
Taking the command
Deciding how life should be
What a beautiful illusion
How could that ever be
When you not in
Control of your own actions
Driving my car in a crazy way
Through the crowded city
Raging against the machine
The monster that controls us
The collective beehive
I don’t want to leave my control
To some boring self driving car
Love taking risk, being innovative
Creative
Why should I leave that nice
Illusion of being in control
For a moralising boring
Beast?
Anger is so forbidden
A good way to destroy
Your argument and
Losing your rights
Provoking and making
Your life difficult
Is the strategy
It never stops
No end in sight
Always more conflicts
Never ending story
When anything goes wrong
It is always
My fault if I am ill or tired
My fault so life goes on
And on
And so on
All those dreams
What is inside
My shattered mind
Lost both focus and
Concentration
Directed my lose ends
As well as I could
But got blocked in the end
Having all this time and still
Not being able to do anything
Because all these anxiety filled
My consciousness completely
This paradox being in and out of
Control created a fake identity
I am still trying to understand
What I am feeling and if I am
Feeling
Realising the importance of being
Authentic and how difficult it is
To be authentic
Just one of many paradoxes
That will never solve any problem
At all
Anger is the will
To move on
Many people
Want you to be
Sad, depressive
Then they control you
Anger is hard, has to be used
For change
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