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

Me

What is my true self

Do I got any self

At all?

I don’t know

Anymore

Maybe I am on the wrong track

Maybe I am on the right track

Maybe I am a prisoner of this place

Maybe I am a prisoner of that place

Maybe I am a prisoner of all my things and aspirations?

Losing clues

Losing me

Am I ?

Something or Nothing

The New Day

New day and continuum of the same problem

I am desperate to solve this problem

And thereby creating more problem

For my self

To fight requires courage and fantasy

Nothing is given

Everything is taken

I want to change things now

I want to make things better

Or worse

But not the same