A Place To Rest The Mind
Waking up an early morning
The light is the same
Everything else is different
The selection of people has started
Being very obvious still surprising
We are numbered, separated
Then going back to our normal life
Pretending it never happened
Some of being gone though
The old and infirm
Especially hiding in the shadow
Avoiding attention
I have no hope and no fear
Just a feeling of being free
Free like Kazantzakis
Reading the writings on the dirty wall
Long time ago in Heraklion, Crete
A game of words
Leading to this conclusion
Still so tempting for
The tired mind
Anxiety cannot help
It only tells you to run
Run quickly
Everything more complex
Than that anxiety will not solve
Anything
But here I am running around
Prepared to leave
Without money or anything else
Needed to live
Just starting all over again
I travel through the gray
City of no love
Greed and need built this town
Work and fear kept this place
For the power of the king by the grace of God
It Forced the people together
Poverty and starvation
Misery and the will to work
And here we are in the
Big gray city
Where love has died
Still it is very pretty
A honey trap for
The fly
Fear is a strange thing
Part biology, part psychology
Controlling our life
Making us change sidewalks
Now and then
All our actions is controlled by fear
Anxiety is so irrational
Still in prehistoric times
It helped us to survive
Now it is hard to respond
To the threat that is so much
More complex
But there might be a compleatly
Different story
Fear is a bad force
For change
Maiming life and minds
Only when we reached
Beyond fear
Are there options
This is me
What I am
What I could be
Anxiety works in many ways
Desperation is on way
To deal with this
I might even survive to
Even if you
Tremble
From what you do
Entering
The Wastelandpassage
To another world
Maybe not to return
You are indestructible
Still very vulnerable
The mind will determine
The outcome
We felt the Disruption and
A frustration of the given order
That was slowly collapsing
In front of our eyes
The winter kept us safe
Stable
“Saving a little life in dry tubers”
Now that the winter was gone
The Spring of darkness in January
Spreading its demonic joy
While the polar vortex
Was fighting in the north
Our life took a different
Direction
Feeding the chaos and anxiety
Messing up our perfect
Spot on the planet
We could resist but choose
To go mad and join the game
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