Conflicts

Tired in the sofa

Exhausted

Not able to move

Still I want to fight

I want to win

Just go for it

Tired because of

The resistance that

Consist of wanting

To go and knowing

The anger and frustration

Of me doing my own thing

The inner conflict that

Has thrown me into depression

Because whatever you do

It is wrong in one way or

Another

Being

Fighting the inner war

All the time

I know I am losing

But still it does not matter

Because I am

Fighting

And being

Now

The cold red sun rises

Just a little above the horizon

Creating an illusion of day

Icy streets and stairs reminding

Us of our vulnerability

Moving carefully on our way

To face the daily perils of the world

The long workday promises only

The darkness of a cloudy night

When we eventually leave

Late in the evening

Dreams Matters

The will to live is strong

So strong

Maybe it will

Triumph

Or not

Never mind

The end is so near

I don’t mind h

Here in the underworld

Dreams turns into

Matter

To the Other Side

I need to be aggressive

And fight myself through it

I don’t know how

Just that I have to

In order to get out on

The other side

Which I don’t know

What it looks like