Dreamers

I live in my dreams

The daytime is just

A temporary nightmare

Surviving the morning and the

Night

Always on the way

Back to the reality,

My dreamworld

Being

Waking up is a meaningless

Interruption of a dream

Being a wake is a form of suffering

Given to us as a punishment

For some unknown sin

Maybe we never happened

Being a chimera

Viewed by other

Chimeras


Wasted Wisdom

Hope is a great quality

Hope is the best of drugs

Creating an illusion

Of what is possible

To do or not

Breaking the routine

Of heavy depression

Returning deeds

And actions

To the meager

Reality of patience

Awakening

Stepping out into the real world

It’s cold as ice in the middle of summer

Shadowy and shrank,

Fake and pretentious

Breeding the rotten stench

That is real, reality

Frozen death in a box

The Redirector

Rewriting the future

By forgetting the past

Everything gets disappears

Into the great fog of lost memory

The ground still remains

As well as the laws of nature

Just more incomprehensible

Than ever

Butterflies

Losing power and clout

Falling down the abyss of passivity

A cold and lonely

Road is in front of me

Still it does not matter

Because it’s just a dream

Called reality by the ignorant

Copyright Schibolet

Travel

Travelling to Madagascar

Not in reality

But as a dream

Finding all the facts

Reading all the books

Searching internet

And social media

Still I am not there

Just getting weird

Limited insight

One can study forever

Life is so much more

Loss of Action

Logic is losing its meaning

When you cannot act

Being trapped in panic

The crisis is growing

But the mind keeps

It hidden, but aware

Being in denial of reality

Because reality cannot be

Changed