should i look back
under,
some kind of duress
view my memories on a different format
blueray, betamax or vhs

i guess,
i always assume that my un-wellness
destroys everything beautiful –
that is ever found

it is not success
it is arrogance
except arrogance is misplaced pride
and it will not back down

why don’t you understand
why don’t you know
and then, that rising panic
that grips you and does not let go

the cage door is open
but i am chained to the wall
i cannot find the key
actually… i cannot find the chain

you can cry on my shoulder
because i see that you are still a friend
getting younger or getting older
these days are hard
with edges that feel so sharp

another day
and,
i am overwhelmed by this paradise
the beauty i see in people
that gives me so much hope in life

these feelings will not do
they are no good for me
and they are no good for you

i looked around today,
then i looked in
but,
can you guess what i saw?
well i saw a screaming child
and, ‘tramps’ camped by the doors