Patience

Patience is a great art

And the perfect trap

One can wait forever

Without receiving anything

Patient must be combined

With passion and action

Only then does it have

Any meaning

Panic

When losing control

Very early in the morning

A feeling of

Great panic

Still that is an illusion

We never have control

Just a belief and a will

That takes all the

Oxygen in the rooom

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

Conundrum

Time will tell

But what is time

When is it time

What to bring

If anything

Time will tell

But whom tell time?

Drifting

Life is so much pain

Sometimes

So hard, so long

Floating on a raft

On an ocean

Knowing that

I might never reach

The shore but forever

Drifting along the stream of desire

My desires

Other peoples desires

Floating along

Hoping to reach the shore

While the wind and currents

Have their say

Longing

Deep inside us and what we are

All the next action determined

By our destiny and will

Something that is neither

Far in our mind we do not

Understand ourselves

The Cliff

For such a long time

I have been hanging

On the cliff trying to

Keep to climb back

To no avail, everything

Has been tried

Therapy, drugs, exercise

Screaming, writing, painting and

Meditation

Still being able to exercise free will

Without constraints flowing freely

How wonderful that would be

Sometimes

The best thing is the sun

Gone for most of the winter

To get to know the heating strokes

Again

It is an awful place to live

Your life in darkness

Takes it’s toll

Will is not being

Done for you

In this

Cold early spring