At It Again

Waking up after a really

Long night, that never

Ended of driving

Through the forest

I try to change

My way of working

But lost out

Now it is time

To get back and do it

Again

Nightfall

This is our nightmare

The place we don’t

Want to be in

Being ostracised from

The family when asking

For your right to be respected

Not threatened

That price is definitely

Worth Paying in order

To keep your self respect

But the pain remains

Melting

Fading away into an

Unknown landscape

Traveling to a distant

Place, filled with trees, snow

And strange people

It is strange how different

A city can be. Everything is

Vide spatial visible from

Far away

Familiar and yet different

Whom will I be

When I transformed?

A butterfly or a stone

Maybe an enlighten Buddha

Maybe a madman in rugged cloths

This is not me, this is not you

And still unmistakably it is