The Creatures of the Night

The middle of the night

When the wolf

Walks into the mind

Making havoc

Catching a hen or two

Leaving before dawn

Satisfied with meat and

The pleasures of hunting

No limits

Only my tired body

Remains at the site

Unable To

Tired of seeing

What is going

To be

Without being

Able to change

Anything

On Ice cream

Passion is a fake thing

Just like love

Still we need it

To survive in this

Complicated world

So full of traps and illusions

Just like ice cream is a

Substitute that

Becomes something

By itself

Watching

Lost passions

Just watching

The trees grow and

The people tumble around

Fulfilling their desires

Soon the dusk sets in

Passing quickly away

For the night

Big Money Tech

Outside the comfort zone

In the tech startup world

People with suits and suitcases

Trying to make the

Great big breakthrough

Filling your life with quick big cash

Crashing or selling

Who knows?

The game is plain and still so hard

Optimised for crashing or running

In an Unstable world

The ego centred males passionately

Acting in their own short self interest

What a world we are living in

Blind for all other things like the

Flowers by the road

The Outsider

Passion is so important

In this long boring life

Things that drives us

To fulfil, change, transform

Away from everyday life

Storms and disaster

Come and go

Passions stay and eventually

Destroys us but until then

It’s the fuel and fire