Purgatory

Is suffering healing

Or just another burden

To an overloaded psyche

Avoiding suffering brings

Sometimes even more suffering

I know this into the bone

But is this circle possible to break

Or an eternal curse

To live with

Old Wisdom

My grandfather told me

Timing is everything

It almost never works

But it is a great idea

Like most other fantasies

It sounds right and simple

Just do not try to implement it

The great evil fire octopus

Will get you if you do

Returning

I live in the north

In the land of small hills

And a lot of trees

Some blue lakes

And a lot of lonely and cold people

I wanted to leave but somehow

I am stuck here

First time I went back it was, Because of the language

The second time because Of my career

The third time out of desperation

The fourth time out of frustration

The fifth time has not happened yet

But it will

This is life in the far north

A place where the ice and snow

Is absent

The place where your soul freezes to ice

Take my advice

Stay out

Against the wind

Out in the wind again

Fighting the rain and the feeling

of hopelessness

But since I know the future

The meaning of fighting

Has been lost

Everything I avoid I recive

Everything I crave, I lose

Nothing, nothing

Will ever come clear

From that curse

And in the end

It does not matter

Anymore