Stress

Running around the city

Like fool trying to find

Hope and prosperity

It is mostly lost in sight

My mind is empty

Feeling the stress again

How can one succeed

When the head is empty

And the thoughts are

Running in circles

Waiting for things

To go really bad

Storytelling

Writing to capture

My life

What it was

What it never became

What I wanted to do

What I manage to do

The time is running out

The pain of memory follows me

Wherever I go

But it can be written

It can be spoken

And put into pictures

Making things a little better

Journeys Inside the head

The mind is a strange place

Repeating memes

Again and again

Connecting dots in

Mysterious ways

Working the same memories

Again and again

Then you fall a sleep

And suddenly it is all different

New meanings, new memes

Still nothing has changed

Outside your mind

The door is still there

As the carpet and the house

Is just you that has changed

A little