Watching

Being inside myself

Watching the world

Pass by

With all it’s

Greatness and

Calamities

Like a film

De attached

In a state of continuous

Chock

While the number of years

Grow until

The eternal night falls

Did this ever take place?

Outdoor Dying

Tired and out of hope

Just trying to stay alive

A little longer

Without knowing why

The wind and the rain

Takes the best of me

(Not that much left)

Soon only memories

Will remain

Untouched by

The relentless rain

The Life In Appolonia

Rain rather than sun

Grounded rather than spaced out

Minimalist rather than baroque

Snow rather then heat

A slow pace of life

Will not solve anything

Neither will reason

Or calculation

But leaving Apollo and

Dionysius

Behind in their eternal

Struggle

Loss of Action

Logic is losing its meaning

When you cannot act

Being trapped in panic

The crisis is growing

But the mind keeps

It hidden, but aware

Being in denial of reality

Because reality cannot be

Changed

On Fear

Fear can be a good feeling

Keeping body and mind focused

Even though it eventually kills you

Do not let fear rule you

Just let fear

Save you now and then

Prison of Reason

Here I am as a prisoner of

My own incompetence

Unable to think clearly enough

Steered by semiconscious desires

Trapped in the over rational

Society of our time

Trying to get some wiggle room

Find a door

Venture into the reason

Beyond reason

Slowly Dying

Moving around on

The frozen tundra

Along with the other

Lost soul who ended up here

In the far north

The place where you find

Yourself out of life and lust

Just empty cold days without

Meaning and hope

Travelling from work (if you have such a thing)

To home losing the last feelings of

Hope and Joy