Backward Journey

Moving slowly

No sleep makes you that way

This is the final notice

This is it

No more excuses

Just start living now

Or just a little bit

More sleep

Nightlife

Another sleepless night

Another week

Another year

Still writing, still thinking

Life could be worse and better

The sun keeps rising

Every day

The Sea

Control is a great illusion

A movement of action

And the control is gone

If it ever was

We are just moving on a sea

Of strong emotions and actions

The storm brings us home

Eventually by the end of the day

Crisis Mode

I am here now

In the middle

Of everything

Running around

Looking for answers

That will never come

While the day turns into night

The Great Commotion

Life is empty

But full of commotion

Happenings, events and funerals

People are dying and

Some others are being born

And in between where most of us are

Time passes by like the sun and

The moon