A Place To Rest The Mind
Sometimes conflicts doesn’t wants to be solved
Avoiding the problem is more easy
Remaining in the same position
Is always most beneficial for
The one on top
Stepping out of the conflict zone
Gives perspective, temporary relief
Is it worth to take the fight
Maybe but,
One has to choose ones battles wisely
The best wars are those never fought
The canons had just been silent
After a day of hard work
Killing people on the other side
We walked silently
Down the street
Watching the carnage from afar
Like in a dream,
The broken windows, screaming people and so much blood
All over the place
It was a that time to late anyway
To do anything about it
Being hardened by the war
Did not stop the slow breaking
Slow destruction of the soul
That would last for many years
Frustrated and again put down
I tried to climb up again
And here I am
Still in the mode
For fighting
What is the secret
How do I reach
The very space of autonomy
How do I leave it all behind
Can’t stand strait in the wind
I keep tumbling around
So sleepy that it feels like
I am on drugs
The feet’s are wobbly
Reaching out in the wind
Against all odds
Putting my last energy together
This is deplorable
I am finished
Just in bed shivering
Tomorrow another matter
Another day
Fighting and losing
My mind in the same time
Fearing and hoping
No end in sight
Just the cycle of life
Walking the Camino
Is difficult and easy
The road so long
From the border of
France, going through
An endless landscape
In northern Spain
Suddenly your feet gets
Sour and the blisters that
Grow is terrible
But you keep on walking
Knowing that your future
Depends on your ability
To reach the target, goal, stone,
Church or Ocean
Because the failure
Inevitably diminish you
It just to find another way
Getting home
The end is so near
I am not ready
To end it all
Just lost the meaning
To live
Have to find a new one
I know I am not
Good enough and
That is not really
Where I want to be
Looking out of the window
Seeing the clouds passing by
Covering the pale blue sky
Makes think of why I left you
That bad night
Instead of taking the fight
But losing fights has been my life
And eventually you get tired of it
The lost places
When this was mine
And in the same
Time never mine
Earning and buying
The illusion of being a part
Of a family
Eventually it turned out
That we were nothing
Just dogs fighting for
A piece of flesh
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