A Characters Complaints

We have our dreams

Our stupid illusion

Given by the creator

For his amusement

And the readers delight

We strive and fight

Day and night

We are created for someone’s

Else enjoyment and capital gains

The profit is not ours but the

Owner of the publishing company

Still at night we dream of freedom to

Live a normal life with work, wife and

Mortgages to pay, going to the pub and play

Maybe even turn gay

But hey we do not exist

No passport , no ID

Never born, never dead

We are only character

Leaving in a leaking shed

In the author’s head

The Now And Here

I am here

Lost in this moment in time

With all it’s grief and misery

All it’s good and wonderful

Opportunities of the humankind

Still the white snow and human

Anxiety covers my world and limits

My action

Pansar

Always on the lookout

Ready to protect myself

This is me

What I became

Always in fear

Always feeling inferior

And superior at the same time

My life has no purpose

No meaning

There was no plan

There is no plan

There will be no plan

I am just here

Cover me

The night creates a black velvet cover
around my battered mind
I am really lost
Going into overdrive
In horror of being
What I am
And what I am not
Ever and ever
I keep on fighting
With my mind, text and family
The night is dark and full of peace
BBC playing Bach
And even the bustling street
Turns more silent than ever
Living in the right time
Living in the wrong time
Living