On The Brink

The trick is to keep moving

Being busy with trivia

Easy matter that wastes

The thinking and energy

The mind needs distractions

And some illusions

To keep floating

Downstream

Absent Presence

The day passes quickly

And so is the night

When the mind is busy

With itself

Finding many ways

To run its course

Away from difficulties

And dangers

Rubble

Drinking to stay awake

So that the head

Becomes clear

Making the mind softer

The thoughts less quick

Less condescending

Being chained to the destiny

Any resistance is futile

Only the drugs give peace

To the battered mind

Glitch

When things goes wrong

And the the fault is ourselves

Something we did oversee

The blue mind triumphed

Over whatever you once

Thought was the right thing to do

The free will comes from the

Deep underground

Sources with limited access

Strange forces in play

Distorting our vision

Returning all our efforts

With no rewards

Wasted

Losing time

Wasting my mind

On thoughts

That does not matter

Or did matter

Long time ago

Limitations

The mind is very limited

Resting on old assumptions

Fantasies and distorted conclusions

All that is good

Just enough

When I drink my tea

During

Sunset

Being tired

Writing, thinking and feeling

The mind is worn out

Tired and wounded

The memories are hiding

In their cave

Soon new challenges

Will come

New battles to be fought

To be lost or won

While the sun sets

In life