The Tipping Point

Our vision changes

New passions new fears

Nothing remains the same

Still almost everything remains

The surface and the depth changes

What we talk about changes

Unthinkable things like

Talking about sex or admitting

Psychiatric diagnosis in public

Becomes the new normal

Our patterns stay the same

No one will see us

Because in all that visibility

We are invisible

Only the cold stone

In the bottom of the cave

Confirms in their own way

Our physical existence

Remembered

what will I ever be

Remembered for

My name, my words

No that will not survive

No written account will remain

Only the movement

I once learned will

Stay far far in the future

The Self

I do not like myself

Especially

I just have to live

With myself

No peace of mind

Will ever come my way

Travel out of Bounds

Finding a way out of here

Losing the grip of normality

A way of leaving behind

What was never meant to be resolved

All those expectations

Leave them behind

Life is broken

And so is the planet

Lost in its own creation

Meaning a great remorse

Nothing has to be done

By me or by you

Demand and desire

Are just vanishing shadows

In the rising morning sun

Trial and error

It is sometimes hard to be forgiving

Trial and error has limited value

On a long journey through the night

Makes me more sure of this

But inside us other things turn

Out to be true

In the pale morning light

Noise by Man

Life is an empty place

Full of people

Communicating their

Own trauma

Again and Again

No one hearing the other

More than when your

Scream are the loudest

In the room