On Time Management

Life is often lost

Because of

Good intentions

Almost all of our

Beliefs are false

By the time we discover

This we are old

Therefore strangers

Use your time

Not only wisely

But use it to get

Rid of illusions

Ad Hoc

Who am I?

Why am I?

Being present

In a least

Two worlds

At the same time

Connections and memories

Passing through my mind

Intensive madness in a box

Life

Trying to deal

With the pain

Life is a paradox

Love and loneliness

Take turns

Like in a dance

Our past Surrounds us

We are here

For a short time

Use that time well

Fidelity

The spring is finally here

Fidelity to the patterns

Since long time engraved

Guarantees the same outcome

Year after year

Prisoner in my own prison

The day passes quickly

A the night is sleepless

Doubting I ever brake this

Destructive pattern

A miracle is needed

A miracle will not come

The light is the sky and

Earth is black

Time To Write

Time is the precious resource

Always to much or more often to little

Finding time is so necessary

You just have to take it

The horror of writing

After All

What is there to learn

From this long and tedious story

That has broken every bone in our body

What makes life meaningful and great

Is still not clear or obvious

Good people suffer and justice is not on

The menu

Time will break all bonds

But love is a great thing