No Home

Travel across the sea

On the way to home

There was no home

Anymore only

Battlefields everywhere

Life is a terrible place

Whether in war or peace

Fighting is always lost

In the end

On Life

Life demands courage

To be bearable

Suicide demands

Even more courage

To be doable

Therefore the

Paradox of

Living

Without

Hope or will

Just let life

Go on and on

At Bay

Traveling through the underground

The road well travelled

My headphones keeps

The world at bay

This awful day

Scheme

Illusions are great

I am making

A Ponzi scheme

For myself borrowing

Resources of the future

In the vain hope of getting

My life back later

It is working at the moment

Metamorfosis

The night is white

Enlighten by the snow

And thousands of lamppost

A cold wind blows

filled with moisture

The clouds travels

Hastily from the west

On the street black shadows passing by

A reminder of the changeable

 

Existens

Stones

The road is long

And full of stones

Hardly a road

Leading to unknown

We carry our heavy

Burden under

The sun,

Hoping one day

For realease

In the end

It all fades away

And we become

Part of the road