Crisis in the Archipelago

So everyone is unhappy

Maybe that is how things

Should be

No one is happy the crisis

Is here we cannot go anywhere

Stuck to one another

We have to keep on moving

Until we break down in pieces

Instability

Everything is in extremely

Bad balance at the moment

I try to think

What happened

With me?

I recognize the pattern

Still it is hard to change

Maybe an emergency break

Running away

Glitch

When things goes wrong

And the the fault is ourselves

Something we did oversee

The blue mind triumphed

Over whatever you once

Thought was the right thing to do

The free will comes from the

Deep underground

Sources with limited access

Strange forces in play

Distorting our vision

Returning all our efforts

With no rewards

Stress

When losing control

Remember

That you never had control

Just the illusion of being

In control

Announcement

Tonight I determined

That I am not human

Not authentic

Just a weird sort of

Poetry bot

Producing text for

Readers that might not

Exist

But being Webspiders

Or Bot readers

Then I fell

Into a dreamless sleep pattern

Not awaken until

I became a stock market program trader

Dreaming Life

Creativity is a slow process

Trying to get out of the depression

Is like living in a surreal dream

Is this really my life

Are those problem really my problems?

What happened?

Can I take it again?

No it is forever passed

The Navigation Act

Sometimes we have to navigate in bad water being

Lost among family and friends

That have their own problems

Such is life,

That when we need help the most

It seems to be farther away

Than we can reach

We are trapped in a limbo

Being to weak to get out of the trap

But to strong to sub comb

And here we are waiting for

The iceberg to melt

So that our bad ship

Might reach the

West Indies

Going by Greenland

Was not a good idea

Even though the name

Seemed to promise

A good time