The journey through eternity
Leaving, traveling and coming
Back and fourth
Silence that whispers
The names of those before you
And the names of those
That will pass the same way
While life passes by
Eternal Quest
A Journey To The Past
Once when I
Was young
That time when we all
Awaited a nuclear war
At anytime of the day
Then the world was in good order
That time long ago
When east was east and west was west
And everybody was happy with that
More or less, more or less
(Nobody asked those people in the east)
The Great Wall protected us from
The terrible east even though
We did not understand it at the time
I travelled through Europe on old trains
Reaching the other side after a week
A very white stone in the Aegean Sea
In the water a fake carpet
Still gives me comfort
The nuclear holocaust has been
Temporary cancelled until
Further notice
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Leaving
Closing the shop
Leaving my home
Traveling along well known
Roads towards the unknown
Will walk until
The sea stops me
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Ferryboat
Leaving your country
Becoming a stranger
In a well-known country
Coming home
By going away
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The Boat
Life is like about
A small steamship
Traveling through
Troubled water
In an
Until we sink to the bottom
Starting the eternal journey
We are always one or more
Not only one
However lonely we feel
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The Long Trail
The inner journey
Through darkness
Through light
We are here now
Meeting the void
Within
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Circular
The slow, monotonous
Journey through the night
It started here
Never ending
Just ongoing, and going
So tired of it now
Same thoughts and actions
As always
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The Start
There are no quick fixes
Farewell all illusions
The journey will be arduous
No perks
Nothing that I once expected
Just moving a night
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This Morning
A long journey always starts
With a few steps
It is like this is it
This morning
When the eternal
Nocturnal light of the north
Gives the illusion of day
In the middle of the night
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The Journey of the Night
This journey takes place every night
And it is long and arduous
Silence regains
Hardly a word is uttered
And in the morning
Most things said and done are forgotten
Only vague memories remains
Loss of words
It’s structure
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