Sometimes in the middle of life
We realize that we are in fact
Alone, completely alone
And have somehow find
A rational way to stand up
For your self
Insights At Night
In Process of Thinking
Different times, different monsters
When the thinking and the mind
Runs on high-speed
We have to deal
With all those things
In our mind
All that bagage that
We have been moving
Around for so long
Then the pain is so intense
Realising all those missed
Opportunities
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Circles
Running around
My own axis
Like Earth itself
My mind is there
And I am lost
In so many
Way but I am here
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Thinking
My mind is cold
Calculating
How things could be
What will happen
What will not happen
Underneath that is
Grief, sorrow and frustration
Time will only heal
Some wounds
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Cold Water
When the anxiety gets
Too mighty
Too strong and powerful
Like a river of rage
And fear
Cold, cold river
Like in the far north
Where the trees will not grow
One try to survive
It is hard and confusing
Just being here
Eventually it might work
At the moment
I am under the ice
Looking for open water
And bluer skies
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Wasted
Losing time
Wasting my mind
On thoughts
That does not matter
Or did matter
Long time ago
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My Soul Makes Noises In the Morning
Intelligence is such a beautiful illusion
A few years ago I tried to think
Like many things in lives
It showed out to be
Much more complicated
Then I ever imagined
Bringing a tense intense
Quality into life
A sort of reverse result
From drinking wine
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The Collapse of Reality
Hopeful
Anxiety
Existence
Destruction
Self-Destruction
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Tower of Silence
For a long time
I stayed
In the tower of silence
Not uttering a word
Waiting for the birds
To eat me for dinner
But I got bored
And left for the land of
The talkative noisy living souls
That traffic this dirty street today
Talking is thinking
However bad and incomplete
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Being Free
Things are getting worse and worse
But here I am in the middle of it
It demands my whole being
I am looked in darkness
Dwelling among all the things
That has to be done and learned
I am sorry for this
But happy in the same time
This is me being free
In my own created prison
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