Forming

Forming the clay

Like life itself it is smooth

Flexible, dynamic

Built from earlier life

And minerals

Creating and destroying

Collapsing, building

Whatever we make

Out of it

Can we ever be free

From matter and nature?

Outside

Out in the world

A quick dive

Into reality

The noise, the smell, the cold

People moving around seemingly without a plan

I have fear, deep fear

That i cannot handle in any way

I am a prisoner of my own mind

No matter where I go

My cell will follow me

Lost

I fight but

I do not know

Why I fight

Why I love

Or hate

It is all

Going

Through me

But not from

Me

Whatever

I don´t care
if you 
low or high
And
I don´t care
if you 
live or die
Just be, just be
Just be what
you want to be
If you are prisoner
or if you are free
You always gonna 
be