Life in S

Stress & anxiety.
It’s a normality in our society.

Sweat & tears.
As we die at the feet of our fears.

Sorrow & grief.
Leave no space for relief.

Sweet & sour.
Like this life we devour.



Perhaps I made the wrong call?

I close my eyes, it’s pitch black.
My imagination is gone, but will it be back?

I used to see colors and light,
and now all I’m left with is a lost fight.

This is the price you pay,
when you live life without play.

Nothing is a given,
not even the life you’re livin’.

I’ve lost my light,
for a future I thought was bright.

What is the purpose of it all,
if all I do is fall?

Perhaps I made the wrong call?



My heart beats faster every time you are near.
You make my mind race, I can’t think clear.

I feel uneasy in my body, in my skin.
It’s like getting suffocated by a twirl of wind.

You can’t see it, but it’s there.
You can only feel it, just like air.

It’s like a heavy burden on my heart,
an ache so strong it feels like I am falling apart.

Thoughts race in my head so fast, I can’t single them out.
I can’t tell if they’re mine or what they’re about.

I feel like a prisoner in my own head,
am I still here or am I dead?




I forgot what day it is today.

The days pass like there’s no yesterday,

‘time waits for no man’ it just ticks away.

I am grateful, I am blessed, I get to see the time tick,

I am aware that it can all be gone in just one click.

Life is a mystery, life is a gift, life is whatever you choose for it,

yet I let my life pass me like a hypocrite.

Each day the same as yesterday, I forgot what day it is today.

All days look the same, no one else but myself to blame.

I call life a gift and say time isn’t given,

yet my words do not reflect my way of living.



greener on the other side.

He thought the grass was greener on the other side,
little did he know it was just his pride.

Blinded by his pride and dellusions,
he chose to chase an illusion.

An illusion that would never be,
an illusion far from reality.

He thought the grass was greener on the other side,
but it was just a fantasy based on a lie.

A lie he had told himself out of fear,
because his mind was unclear.

His mind was unclear about love,
was love like a hand in a glove?

Or was love like milk to a cookie?
He was confused, a simple rookie.

A rookie that did not understand,
why he was just a boy and not a man.

He was not a man because he was helpless,
he was a boy because he was selfish.

He did not care what or who he destroyed,
the most important thing was his enjoys.

A confused and dellusional boy,
he thought the world was his toy.

Life has no mercy and does not spare,
soon this boy found himself in dispair.

Was love even possible or was it truly rare?
He met someone who taught him how to care.

Caring made him vulnerable and had his mind stirred,
it was promiscuity and no feelings he prefered.

He thought the grass was greener on the other side,
so he chose to give in to his pride.

Pride and ego – the perfect cocktail,
the perfect blend if you wish to fail.

He chose the other side, because he thought it was greener,
little did he know it would turn into a misdemeanor.




Ego’s way

His ego was bigger than his heart,
stronger than his will,
and superior to his happiness.

His ego controlled not only him,
but his entire life.

He nurtured his ego,
more than he nurtured his inner self.

Ego, ego, ego.
The thief of his happiness.
The dictator.
The happiness robber.

He chose ego every time,
and in doing so he rejected happiness.

He would rather be proud,
feel superior and powerful,
have his will and control,
than to feel the purity of the moment.

He had the chance to enjoy,
but he chose to destroy.
He couldn’t get his way,
so he chose to run away.

He put his ego first,
instead of clenching his thirst.
His ever longing thirst for love,
happiness and mindfulness.

If he couldn’t have his way,
he would rather call it a day.

Instead of cherishing the moment,
he chose to crave for the future.
Rather than taking what he could have,
he chose to have nothing at all.

Ego’s way, or no way at all.