not with words

not going to go away
not with words
made of inks and papers
to not accept it
a layer right on top of things
hiding the holes and the carves
deep..low
i will catch the next train
it is only
in a few minutes..

hold your arms

I have come to war with you
i am on your side
you are on the other
I have seen your ways
and i have seen the destruction
hold your arms
hold your arms

white boxes

made of parts
that will be remembered
and pieces that will not
and not because you didn't want to
but because they just got lost
among one of the white boxes
or got thrown away
by mistake.

a way of thinking

a thought
could be addicting
a way of thinking..

..and before you know it
it will freeze
and now you can’t swim in it anymore
but you can walk on it
if you trust that the ice is thick enough
you are scared of falling
into the water again
you know
that this time
it will be too cold
and you might even
cut yourself with the broken ice

so you try
to think about something else..

clear

I look ahead
As I pass over
And pass across
It has all fallen into place
I just need to learn to walk straight
I just need to learn to walk unafraid
A clear and uplifting mind
A clear and free mind

under my feet

the white road ahead
so inviting
the sound of the snow
under my feet
days melting into one another
like the snow flakes on my skin
feels so clean
and simple
and it feels like
it can go forever
so I keep my head high
and my thoughts floating
the possibility
is there..