Flightradar

The only way is not a way

It is a highway of good intentions

We are clearly lost out here

Our hope is falling us

Life cannot be better or worse

Decadence the only option to change

We abhor change

Our fragile society has to remain

The same forever

The ghost of doubt

Is having a meeting

With our unconscious

Every night

Wild Flight

Running away from home

For a good reason

Leaving the toxic

Environment behind

Outside we realize that life

Is so much more

A painful realization

Since we cannot change

The basic foundation of

dysfunctions

Flight

Fear and madness in different ways

Cannot find words anymore

Just lost in my own mind

Again and again

Running in circles

Without any chance to stop this madness

Desperate

Up and running again

The anxiety

Keep me running

Feel like having

High Fever

My mind is not

Clear, lost

In circles

And

In flight-mood

Still the power

Is there

Somewhere

Sunday Quagmire

Messy night, sleepless flight

With screaming children

Fighting, crying and soon

To be the confused morning

Trying to get the sleep lost in the terrible night

More noise, less choice

Trashed people they do trash you up

Eating the leftovers of your soul and self

Only by luck can anything be good eventually

But not eventually

Likely