Searching for a new way
Another way of being me
A better pattern
With more freedom
Than before to act
To play, to live
Searching for a new way
Another way of being me
A better pattern
With more freedom
Than before to act
To play, to live
Stress isn’t a relief
Just a bit of thinking that
Affects your body
A pattern for survival
A way to live
Exist in a complex
World
That eventually drains
You up because
We have only one soul
And it’s need to be
Taken care of
Gently
The family is the most destructive way
To live if it is dysfunctional
Toxic and confrontationa,
There are so many patterns, way of being
That makes you shun away from
Being in the middle of contradicting
Desires and demand
Leaves the soul empty and neurotic
Striving for a better life
But the scars are deeply ingrained
And soon enough
You fine yourself in the smae
Or similar family patterns
But with new people
Time to break up again
Everyday the stress is the same
The eternal repetitive
Pattern of change
Getting up, leaving the house
Entering the social world
Behaving in an expected way
And then again back
To the life hidden from view
With all its conflict and fears
What am I doing here?
The answer is of course the same
As in all ages and time
Helping the pattern to repeat itself
The life remaining in place
Is it good or bad
No it just is …
Losing my sense of self
Who I am
What I want
Everything becomes unclear
I am very lost here
With people very busy
And focused on them self
The pattern is built on pain
Avoiding and giving
And shame of course
All that commotion
Energy being put into
This eternal pattern of
Being a victim
And then eventually
Repeating it all over
Again and again
Like time had not passed
And the river not moved
Here I am again
Lost in expression
Lost in the same
Labyrinth again
Time passes
Patterns stay the same
The history repeat itself
Creating endless
Monotonous patterns
Eternal questions and conflicts
Are being weaved to a huge web,
A carpet covering
Our mind and thoughts
We are here because
The great ecosystem, Gaia
Has put us here
Trapped in our own limitations
Our own mind
Still this is not true, sometimes
A surprise happens and we rise
Again and again
Above ourselves
The spring is finally here
Fidelity to the patterns
Since long time engraved
Guarantees the same outcome
Year after year
Prisoner in my own prison
The day passes quickly
A the night is sleepless
Doubting I ever brake this
Destructive pattern
A miracle is needed
A miracle will not come
The light is the sky and
Earth is black
Sometimes you are trapped
In your anxiety and worry
Fearing the worst
Expecting the apocalypse
But in reality
Nothing happened
You are trapped by
Your own fantasy
Into a world of horror
When this happened
A hundred times it is
Recognisable
the world turns on a word
I'm just another dreamer...
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