The Truth

Trying to establish facts

Finding the truth

In a grain of sand

We are blinded by our beliefs

Our wishes how the world should be

How people should behave

But there are no such a thing

Only small traces of seawater

Containing our memory

For a short micro second

Stories

Living in the era of

Storytelling

A story is always true

A story is sometimes false

It does not matter

Truth-seeking is best not made

By believing in stories

They are readymade fables

” I started poor and had to work my

Way up from the floor”

Do never question this because

Reality might make the beautiful

Myth crack in the most awful way

Madman

I am sick

I have an illusion

That I am able

To accomplish

Anything in this world

A very bad virus

That runs in my blood

In the family

Have to eat medicin

To stop the will to change

Have to drink

Have to work

Have to run

Have to fight

Have to be depressed

Just I don’t try to change

Anything in this world

It is all OK

The danger

Is change

Everyone tells me

Everything has to be

The same

Forever and ever

But they eat their hart out

Sorry

Just mention it

The Price of Life

Every true freedom

Has it’s own price

You enjoy only

To suffer retribution

But the sweetness is

Greater than it’s bitter

Fruit and in vain

We repeat out of urge

And desire for life

Until finally the seeds grow

And the strife is over

We watch the sun and

Know that now is time

To die