Playful Afternoon

Inside the bubble

Outside real life

Larger than life

Small minds growing rich

With money and confidence

A great way to live your life

Love is what you need

Money is what you get

Or loses because of

Lack of love

Turning Inside

As the snow keeps falling

Things get worse

Turning away from the

Difficult things that are

Caused by the inner struggle

Between adaption and

Self realization

Being introverted as part of

The dying process

Turning away from friends

Seeing no meaning of talking

Failed going to Holland

Did not dare to use my last money,

No loan, no friends, no confidence

Telling anyone

Ambivalent of the consequences

When borrowing money from

My daughter, turning the

parent-daughter relation

Upside down, just wanted

To feel well, feel my power

Inner strength, to laugh and

Get away from the self destructive

Existence called reality

My bad reality someone else’s

Dream a paradox, being told

That what you do is bad every day

Kills your senses and self respect

A Fake Life

To live without an income

Is to live in the shadow

Of other people’s money

Their will and their whim

Moves you around like

A puppet

The shame is great enough

To kill you, through you

In front of a train or tram

Instead you hide

Building a fake identity

That eventually becomes

What you are

Not solving, just hiding

Because the shame

Is so great

Where to start from that?

Glorious City

The city always the city

Hiding in it’s glory and

Trivial architecture from

The last century

Here a long time ago

People had the purpose

And meaning to build

A better world

Now it is mostly

Your own profit

That matters

Only the ice

Remains the same

No Way To Pay

Sleepless night

Waking up at four

Only to find an invoice

On the floor

Something, someone

Else had promised

To pay the other day

Can’t sleep no more

No money in bank

Just have to get

Through another

Day without being

Able to pay

Magic Cash

Money is like magic

When you have it

And earn it

Everything feels normal

And you only need to follow

A path to more money

However dreary the work is

It is there but when

You lost your work

Is like being lost in woods

You walk and do not

Find a way or an income

And it takes forever

Until you eventually

Find a tiny road

You start to doubt

Yourself and your ability

All criticism seems so threatening

Correct

The more you trust the critics

The worse it gets

It is a trick and a trap

Still the sun is quite

Trustworthy

Losing Ground

Piece by piece

You lose yourself

When you have run out of energy

Resources, money

Every opportunity can become a threat

Of proving your incompetence

Your value is always limited now

Where is my place

Where can i reverse this tide pf destruction

Or is it to late?

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The man trying to sell his shit

To the naive boys around the table

Everyone wants to buy it

Work two years get rich forever

I have that driving force

And all doubts you have are wrong

I am right believe me

I am the answer he says

His gesture works with him to well

The withering trust falls apart

Around the table

This is the way things are working

We give you a perfect CRM system

Work for us we might pay you later

Or not