Playing the Game

Achieving new rewards

In order to sustain

What is unsustainable

The illusion of being

A winner while losing

The things that matters in life

A great way to go on

Not changing a bit

Remaining in the same position

The Spring War

The war started

Early in May

Being lost a surprisingly

Quick speed

We hid in our basements

Trying to make the most of it

But when the heavy rains

Started in June

We had enough

By then the war was over

But the problems remained

So we took our last money

And went to the mountain

Being treated as outcasts by

The locals

We spent the evenings

Discussing Nietzsche and kept

To ourselves

In the autumn we returned

To the city with

A completely new view of the world

The Final Act

So the eternal struggle starts

In this drama

There will never be any end to it

Different will

I am the week one

She is the strong

Money and thrift

Decides

Soon only the ashes

Will be left of me

Happy to leave this

Ugly planet

Bad Times

I know

I have to fight

But

I have been fighting

My whole life

Every time things get worse

Only temporary victories

Losing Up

Fighting on unequal terms

Always losing

In the end

The game was never fair

Just efficient

Creating great winners

And millions of frustrated

Losers all around the planet

Bad Saga

I lost my mind and confidence

There was no way

To change this

Now I am going down slowly

A little bit everyday