Open Head

No peace of mind

Just a clutter of voices

Telling different stories

Insider my head

Making me upset and tired

At the same time

Just let me sleep

No Dreaming claims life’s

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

On History

The history repeat itself

Creating endless

Monotonous patterns

Eternal questions and conflicts

Are being weaved to a huge web,

A carpet covering

Our mind and thoughts

We are here because

The great ecosystem, Gaia

Has put us here

Trapped in our own limitations

Our own mind

Still this is not true, sometimes

A surprise happens and we rise

Again and again

Above ourselves

Dreams are born

At sea

The rudder gives you

A straight course

But the mind keeps meandering

In the long and lonely

Hours of the night

When the stars speak

To the defenseless mind

Making strange pattern

In the conscious mind

The Inner World Journey

When the outer world is to hard,

To dangerous to deal with

The inner world is still here

Wherever you go

More or less present depending

On the place and situation

It follows you and it is

What really drives you

Inside Out

Travelling by my armchair

Reviewing places I never

Been to like Hong Kong Or

Shenzhen

Going down on street view

Seeing

The world in a flat way

The world in a different way

When things overwhelm you

Not much get done

Therefore you search for a way out