When you get old
You realize that
Whatever you do
Things will go wrong
One way or the other
It is how you deal with
That that’s matter
Conclusion
Inner Meaning
On our journey through life
Through broken mirrors
That makes up and recreate
Our perception our reality
Memories where we are
Getting back to in order
To understand what is happening
Why we are
Who we believe to be
But behind this is something
Much more sinister
A way to remain and retain
What is safe
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Sleeping
The mind is empty
After being filled
With dreams
Projected shadows
Of desires and hope
Fills our mind
Before the morning
Clears the scene
Only leaving only
Memories behind
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When We Are Gone
Life continue
If we are there
Or not
Doesn’t matter
We are not important
Just a little piece of the puzzle
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The Art of Being
The art of agreeing
With one self is only
Surpassed by the art
Of being completely
Paralyzed and indecisive
Forever and ever
When it is a pattern
Things are getting
Interesting it is a mod of life
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Finding out
Why is so difficult
To make decisions
To have clear ideas
To be grounded
Feel safe and secure
Find inner strength
To know and have the intention
To move on and when to do it
All that is left out
Only the dotted line remains
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Dreams
When we are young
We create a fantasy
For how our future
Should become
The older we get
The less hope we
Have if that dreams
Hasn’t come even close
To any realization
We become trapped by other
People’s dream and the eventually
Consume us
And we are lost of track…
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Tired By The Sea
It is meeting land here
And now I am just very tired
All that effort
All that trying
It feels so wasted
I don’t want to be here
Still this is just the right place
To be in
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Disruption
Our life’s are filled with control
Disruption are part of that control
Changing our behavior and thinking
Life tend to be even more controlled
Afterwards until there are so much
Control that freedom is the exception
That is a truly destructive illusion
Fitting our time and mind
The waves tell a different story
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Filling Up
All around us people are
Busy with themselves
Filling empty frames
With different content
Fulfilling dreams and distractions
Living their great illusions
Until it all evaporates
Into thin air
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