The Voices In The Head

Listening to the cliches in my head

If I believed in them I would be dead

When you are young

They are installed

By hammer and nail

In your head

They tell how to be

And that you are not free

They say it is

All in the family

Just the mosquitoes stay free

But the older you get

The more wrong

It gets to be

And you realize

That you never will get free

From the voices in the head

Until you are dead

On Time Management

Life is often lost

Because of

Good intentions

Almost all of our

Beliefs are false

By the time we discover

This we are old

Therefore strangers

Use your time

Not only wisely

But use it to get

Rid of illusions

Ad Hoc

Who am I?

Why am I?

Being present

In a least

Two worlds

At the same time

Connections and memories

Passing through my mind

Intensive madness in a box

Forest

Running out into the forest

Trapped in my dream

Soon it will be summer

Life returns and the circule

Renews itself

Outside

What ever happen and go wrong

Doesn’t matter

Still accepting the struggle

This or that have to be done

Or not

Outside the ordinary box

It does not matter that much

Our goals are our ultimate limitations

Greatest self deception and driving force

Big Dreams

Being on a high tech

Conference filled

With people dreaming of

The great big breakthrough

What a beautiful and

Destructive Illusion

In No Control

Taking the command

Deciding how life should be

What a beautiful illusion

How could that ever be

When you not in

Control of your own actions

Illusions

All those options

That are just illusions

Have no energy for things

That drain you dry

And makes your action

Dirty