Conciousness is a hard thing
Penetrating every thought
Still so blind for what is moving
Below the surface
The Lost 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
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Mind on a Spit roast
Life changes
Getting older
Time warps you
Up and down
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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
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Stony Roads
Travel without any aim or reason
Walking outside in the rain
Mile after mile
On stony roads from dawn to dusk
My feet’s are sour and the stench intense
The backpack heavy and the mind like a
Broken record
Still fighting on,
For the few moments of solitude
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Blind
What am I not seeing
How will I make my mind
Work again
The darkness is deeply ingrained
As well as the lack of hope
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The Journey To The Deep Inside of The Soul
Travelling within my nightmares
Deep within that is memories mixed with
Reality mine and others
Cannot see still it is bright day
Because under the surface there are so much
More and more then what is visible
The monster hide in broad daylight
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The Struggle
Fighting and losing
My mind in the same time
Fearing and hoping
No end in sight
Just the cycle of life
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On Fear
Fear can be a good feeling
Keeping body and mind focused
Even though it eventually kills you
Do not let fear rule you
Just let fear
Save you now and then
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That Black Addiction
Coffee is an awful drink
Black and dirty
Coloring your teeth’s and mind
Stressing your system
Making you an helpless addict
Paying noisy city cafés
Exuberant amount of
Money and time
For that black poison
with a cake or two
More and more it demands
Until you are trembling
And shivering
No good cure or
Coffee addicts anonymous
To save your lost soul
Only green tea, that methadone
Give some relief
The wise man drink his
Pure water on a Sunday afternoon
