A Place To Rest The Mind
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
Working hard for that fame
Lost in a moment
Maybe it was just a dream
An aspiration of the self
Vanity in its worst form
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
Eventually
I manage to write
It had a price
A reason
And It took
All energy away
Giving numbers
In return
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 …
Trying to understand
What happen
I hid in my work
In my pain
Trying to forget
Who I am
By doing other things
That is a great feeling
Leaving you empty
Inside
Playing out in my head
All my fears
What could happen go wrong
Still this have to be done
But the solution is
Outside the ordinary box
Trying to connect
The dots, the connections
That will make things work
It is not working
There are no dots
Just a number of vague
Ideas on how things are
Connected
That is no way
This is working
I am working
Trying to think
Clearly
I does not work
I do not think,
Clearly
Just some tainted
Feelings of abandonment
Not good for working
the world turns on a word
I'm just another dreamer...
let's mend the broken
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