Filling Up

All around us people are

Busy with themselves

Filling empty frames

With different content

Fulfilling dreams and distractions

Living their great illusions

Until it all evaporates

Into thin air

A Journey Through the City

Having no peace of mind

I went through the city

The rain had just started

Arriving at the square

Crowded with people

Some with masks

But most without

Drinking beer and congregating

The tedious quarantine

Had been to no avail

We went on like life was

Normal but still very strange

A lot of old people dying

Inside secluded institutions

Filling up the morgue

And keeping the undertakers busy

The almost empty underground

And few old people in the street

Keeping their distance

Told us that

The summer that would be different

The journey then became one of fear

And curiosity

We did not know why we were here

And what our role would be

All bets seemed open

Drifting

Life is so much pain

Sometimes

So hard, so long

Floating on a raft

On an ocean

Knowing that

I might never reach

The shore but forever

Drifting along the stream of desire

My desires

Other peoples desires

Floating along

Hoping to reach the shore

While the wind and currents

Have their say

Presense

Inside myself

Inside my mind

Outside

The other people

Around me

Function and dysfunction

All around

This does not matter

Because I am here now

For good or bad in

This dreamy world

Of gray clouds

The Desert

A cold and windy place,

The desert seemed eternal

Like the ice on a lake in the winter

People in an empty place

Moving around like flies

Just existing in an artificial

Space

 

 

Waste

I do not see any meaning in this life

I am just here watching

Be used, enabler for other peoples dreams

Thats what I am a vessel for genes

They don´t care if I live or die

I am just a thing

Dispensable