A Place To Rest The Mind
The local village square
On the way to the big city
A place where most people go
On Monday morning
We found ourselves trapped
Under circulating police helicopters
Giving a remainder about life under war
But we are not there yet
Just on the way
While drunkards and the drug addicts
Quarrels about what and whom
War has already started
In our minds and dreams
It is not life itself
That brings you down
But the relations
The dysfunctional situation
The material conditions
All that can be changed
But changing the patterns
The thinking, the actions is something
Truly different
Things lose their meaning quickly
And then we are trapped in the quagmire
Waiting or even hoping to die
Once I visit the war
As a curious stranger
A young man with
(Quite) noble motives
The war was in full swing
Being near the frontline
In a besieged city
Listening to random shooting
Feeling trapped and scared
I felt very well, being in a sort of
Hypertension being aware
Feeling strong and present
I returned to my safe country
Leaving the war behind
I fell and kept on falling
Feeling like a rundown
Tired octogenarian
The tiredness never left
I could not stop returning
To the war or forget the people
I met in the city
Still things got more complicated
The good people were not that good
Just human with a twist being in a war
Everything became human and very
Complex,perplex a culture with
Different rule that applied
All the great projects became crooked
Like life itself
So eventually I put everything on the shelf
Sometimes the memory is gone
Some parts of the brain does not work
Anymore
A glitch
A separation between two parts
That need each other
When the anxiety gets
Too mighty
Too strong and powerful
Like a river of rage
And fear
Cold, cold river
Like in the far north
Where the trees will not grow
One try to survive
It is hard and confusing
Just being here
Eventually it might work
At the moment
I am under the ice
Looking for open water
And bluer skies
Making a new vision
What is possible
What is the dream
Leaving the emotional
Chaos that been
Dominating my mind
The fear, the stress
What was the use?
Losing my mind
All the thing
All the thoughts
Are being demolished
Destroyed
Soon I will not know
Who I once was
Just a human leftover
In a big city
Hiding away in a sofa
A place where I
Cannot be found
The mind is still
In flight mode
Quickly thinking
And searching for
Different ways out
What will settle its
Fright
A lost cause
Is still a great cause
To go down with
Lost causes are not always lost
In the light of history
Keep on working
Building that bridge
On day we might
All drive over it
Without considering
The effort that once
Made it possible
the world turns on a word
I'm just another dreamer...
let's mend the broken
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