Trying not to hurt myself
Not to kill any ants
While moving
The uphill
On the lost path
Small Steps
In the tower
Hiding in my tower
Not willing to change
Not willing to step out in life
Just watching life passing by
The river runs just below
That is what is now
Soon I will be gone
So what is the point
What will set me free
What is freedom?
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Walking
To be conscious is a difficult task
Under us is an ocean of unknown
The ground is not safe
Every conscious step you take in any
Direction will sink down in the sand
Making every step very slow
Along the way that suddenly is not a way
But small, small trail
I get lost
Convincing myself I am on the right track
Knowing it is not true
The road will inevitable turn me back
To where I started
Again and again
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