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I am looking

For the door

In order to run

Away to the fun

Leaving all that

Nonsense behind

This is the way

I survive

In the Trap

Life is a great trap

A way to spend time

In the universe

You have no options

Where you are born

And you do not set the rules

Of the game

Lucky maybe, maybe not

You are here

Life Hacks

Some days

Life lacks meaning

Direction and hope

I am just here being

Existing

But some days

Pain is being conquered

New Things and Attractions

Opening the fun fair again

Filled with dysfunctional

Family attraction

Ready to turn your life

Upside down

Just outside the town

For the whole world

To look at

And be so amused

While you are getting abused

Hurray hurray

Is our dysfunctional family show

Tonight

Just pay and enjoy

Be happy that you don’t

Have to play in this ploy

Stories

Living in the era of

Storytelling

A story is always true

A story is sometimes false

It does not matter

Truth-seeking is best not made

By believing in stories

They are readymade fables

” I started poor and had to work my

Way up from the floor”

Do never question this because

Reality might make the beautiful

Myth crack in the most awful way

The Madhouse Fair

Searching for knowledge and

As a way to manage my life

Filling the mind with other

Things than agony, crisis and.

Neurotic avoidance of conflict

Listening to people’s life stories

What they tell and the readable

What they transmit, the signals

Short brief meetings

The. madman on the stage has his

Own theory of life, trend and anti-

trends

What is he selling, I don’t know

But he is fun

Man

To feel like a man

Even under false pretenses 

Is so joyful

I want to sing

I want to give

All my joy

I can look everyone 

I meet in the eye again 

How little it takes to make a man 

A man again

On Watch

Time and time again

I watch them go by

The heroes, the outsiders

The con artists, The fouls

It is me and still everyone is more

Than that

Strange places next to home

Certain days demands escapes to a different city

Another place to put the restless mind and body

I choose the workers city south of home

A dirty place with a huge highway in the middle

In order to keep the workers mind focused

on work

The gigant harbour filled with containers and cars

The factory making trucks and the factory making medicine

To drug the world and make life filled with pills of different color

I love that place, poor people from all over the world come here

To seek the true unhappiness in a life filled with thing and matter

Are they happy, happier or just busy making a living

I do not know and I am not going to ask them

I let them get on with their life and feel happy that this

is not my home but a lush green place that is ok for a day or two

or more, enjoying the serene feeling of being a stranger in a land

That never been mine