Tired very tired
The snow
The empty void
Of a life that should
Have been there now
Still nothing is left
Only a fantasy and a vague memory
Fading in the afternoon
Snow
Darkness
Love will end
The world and me
But
On the bottom
Of the ocean
Well hidden in gorges
There are life thriving there
Without the sun, only the volcanic heat
There is safety in the darkness
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Melange
Patterns of recognition
Fear of being
In this world
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Leftover
I am trying to find
A rhythm in my life
A meaning, purpose
But it is only leftovers
Of what once was me
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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
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Nightlife
Another sleepless night
Another week
Another year
Still writing, still thinking
Life could be worse and better
The sun keeps rising
Every day
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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
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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
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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
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No
I will not make it
Maybe someone else
Will later
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