Insights At Night

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

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

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

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

Wasted

Losing time

Wasting my mind

On thoughts

That does not matter

Or did matter

Long time ago

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

Being Free

My prison is my freedom

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