In Search of Remains

Trying to find words

Find meaning

Things that are

Important sometimes

That once were me

I lost my self

I am nothing now

Just an empty hole

Pretending to be

Human

Time To Start Work

It is time to go to work

Make another day

Go away

See the light in our

Daily fight to get

Bread and butter on the table

Showing that you are able to survive

Maybe even to thrive

Not just staying alive

Thorny Paths

The landscape is barren

And the road is narrow

No one around

Only you and your mind

Your thoughts

Running around

Like wild beasts

That are

Leaving the peace

And entering the

Zone of war

In your mind

All the things that you should have done

And here you are on the ground

With nothing around

Time and time again

You are a loser my friend

But it does not matter

In the longer run

The Train That Left

Being tired is not pleasant

Still what to do

All those things

Bringing us down

Again and again

There are no end to the torment and detriment

In my dreams I am

Running along platform

To catch the missing train

The train that would take me away

If I had been in time

That night more than twenty

Years ago

A Lucky Strike

The rich are the happy one

In this equation,

Improving their wealth

Every year

For the rest of us

Eternal struggle to make ends meet

We will suffer and eventually

In the next cycle

Lose even more

So please give us your change

So we can maintain ourself

And continue to pretend

That things will get better

Meditation at 5

What am I?

A fictional character

Living a little life

In a cold and hostile city

Near the North Pole

Playing different games and

Being played by

Strong women

Satisfying their neurotic needs

While they are doing their

Narcissistic deeds

Leaving me poor and empty

By the end of the day

4

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

Wanted

All those thing

That gives life

Some meaning

I wanted them too

A work, friends, things

But none of them are mine

Juxtaposition

Life includes

Most of the time

Things in between

Rooms that

Are made for

Movement,

People perfect strangers

Passes by

On their way to obliteration

They are here just like you

Existing in perfect juxtaposition

To themselves like mirrors

For the sun

There are no message and plenty of messages

In this order