In The Process

From one place to another

Losing it greatly

Finding space

Losing face

Finding life

Losing credit

Finding it to be a

Good moment in time

Lost Time

Time running through my mind

Loosing some seconds here and there

What happened?

Where is my soul today?

Lost, like my mind and will

Now I am here late in life listening

And looking for a path to live by

Projections

Making the journey

Through the city

Filled with cars and concrete

Dirty snow and drug addicts

In the dark corners

Slowly melting away

Leaving the gravel behind

A tired sun behind the clouds

Creating a tepid light

In late afternoon

Ensuring the cycle of life and death

The city break us down slowly

Piece by piece

Replacing and recreating

People and values

While the losers

Enacting people’s frustration

Projecting my their fear and

Frustration into the empty space

Cold Winds

This is a bad time being me

Stressed out, no energy

Nervous and under pressure

Throwing up food

While running around trying

To get my life together again

I see no easy way out

Just feeling the cold wind

From the endless sea

Evening

Radiant, aggressive people

Running around the house

Losing out as normally

The body and mind is weak

Tired, fainting, no energy

Pulling, pushing myself

Together without knowing

Why I do it

Morning Routine

Every morning the same routine

The same conflicts

And the running

Like a rat

Up and down the stairs

Running out

Coming back

Losing, not finding, forgetting

And eventually

She is gone

In a cloud of smoke

Missing the bus

And her life

Friends

Embracing change

Whatever it means

Is so hard

Especially scaling down

Leaving thins behind

Not keeping everything

My life was so hard

When it comes to leaving

Trying to keep every false

Friend forever

Being so lonely

Passing By

Looking out of the window

Seeing the clouds passing by

Covering the pale blue sky

Makes think of why I left you

That bad night

Instead of taking the fight

But losing fights has been my life

And eventually you get tired of it