The Redirector

Rewriting the future

By forgetting the past

Everything gets disappears

Into the great fog of lost memory

The ground still remains

As well as the laws of nature

Just more incomprehensible

Than ever

Butterflies

Losing power and clout

Falling down the abyss of passivity

A cold and lonely

Road is in front of me

Still it does not matter

Because it’s just a dream

Called reality by the ignorant

Copyright Schibolet

Error

A day filled

With grey sky and

The white night is

Tormenting the soul

The night is full of errors

The mind running berserk

Short moments of sleep

Comes as a blessing

Skyscrapers

The body is like an armour

Protecting, sealing of the pain

Creating the illusion of safety

The city is just the same

Building on an illusion

Of safe spaces

Small islands in a sea of

Brutality and poor desperate brutes

Trying to survive or at least

Get a fix before the end game

The mix of decay and refinement

This city,

A city of the future, city of the past

Has all those qualities and

Lack of qualities

While the eternal judge,

The sea slowly breaking

It down to rubble and

Fairytales

Big Money Tech

Outside the comfort zone

In the tech startup world

People with suits and suitcases

Trying to make the

Great big breakthrough

Filling your life with quick big cash

Crashing or selling

Who knows?

The game is plain and still so hard

Optimised for crashing or running

In an Unstable world

The ego centred males passionately

Acting in their own short self interest

What a world we are living in

Blind for all other things like the

Flowers by the road

Big Dreams

Being on a high tech

Conference filled

With people dreaming of

The great big breakthrough

What a beautiful and

Destructive Illusion