Morning Entertainment

The fight started

Already in

Early morning

A never ending

Conflict

Revolving around

Who has done

What and when

Always the other

Persons fault

Ongoing relentless

Stress

And the eternal excuses for being

In this eternal stress mode

Skyscrapers

The body is like an armour

Protecting, sealing of the pain

Creating the illusion of safety

The city is just the same

Building on an illusion

Of safe spaces

Small islands in a sea of

Brutality and poor desperate brutes

Trying to survive or at least

Get a fix before the end game

The mix of decay and refinement

This city,

A city of the future, city of the past

Has all those qualities and

Lack of qualities

While the eternal judge,

The sea slowly breaking

It down to rubble and

Fairytales

Aquarium

Giving life to these dirty walls

Life in the aquarium

Little oxygen, little life

What feeds us, what is feeding on us

What is uncertain,

The night falls already early,

Early in the morning

Bad Day

Monday is a terrible day

Losing itself in it’s greyness

Night and day mixes into

An eternal dusk

While people getting back

To work through

Overcrowded streets

Wasted another week

And realise this when I

Get back to the reality of

No plans