The Maze

When ones mind is restless

Wandering, meandering

Away

Quickly to unknown destinations

Into the past or present even the future

Late at night or early morning

When small things becomes big

And big things small

Know then that this too

Shall pass

And leave the mind to itself

Family

Shame and guilt

For failing to succeed

Failing to be viable

Causing distress and sorrow

Just standing in the shadow

While the happy ones

Throw rocks and insults

Creative Self Destruction

Remembering all the loses

I had in my life

The incomplete feeling of

Being incompetent

Being in the wrong place

The wrong time

All the time!

What matters is

The things that gives

Strength and hope

No problems are solved

By self destruction

The Old Mans Song

The finest hour was always

To our surprise

A crowded one

We shared our lives

With the crowd

Around us

The food, the clothes and the dirty

Mattresses in the dining hall

Still this is fond memories

We had a common cause

Now I am old and wealthy

My five bedroom house is empty

And the pool is never used

We are like strangers or

Even worse enemies to

Each other

Avoiding to meet even

Over dinner

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Running Wild

Stress, being afraid to lose

The grip, the control

In a fighting mode

Ready and prepared

Still not present

Avoiding the fight

So I have to get down

Feeling that I can

Take the fight

Eventually

What To Do

What do we do

When life

Hit us hard enough

When our patterns

Get the best of us

How to survive defeat and loss?

Only then the things that cannot

Be measured might save us

Like art, running or

Just being outside

In the miracle

That is nature

Memories

Lost spaces, places that I loved

Extended cords

Parts of leaves, grass and flowers

They are all still there

Life goes on without me

Soon I will be forgotten

Only me carrying the memories

The sorrow and grief

The lies and power games will triumph

But I am free to follow a different path