Limited Options

The entrance that once was so big and dominant

Have become small and well hidden

Maybe it is not even possible to enter

The once great building in the city centre

That use to be very prominent

Now is just a discreet part of the street

Avoiding being noticed in every way

It’s balconies tremble and not

Even the desperate smokers

Venture out thereby jeopardizing

Their life and future

Age changes us but still

We remain remarkably the same

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

Pressure

Everyday the stress is the same

The eternal repetitive

Pattern of change

Getting up, leaving the house

Entering the social world

Behaving in an expected way

And then again back

To the life hidden from view

With all its conflict and fears

What am I doing here?

The answer is of course the same

As in all ages and time

Helping the pattern to repeat itself

The life remaining in place

Is it good or bad

No it just is …