What next?

"To be or not
To be "
To get the best
Of what is free
Of what is
In between
Two doves
If you can see
To let go
Of what is here
Its inevitability
Its rush
Its sounds
The greasy hounds
The jungle
The almighty jungle
Doesn't seem as wild
Just depressed
And oppressed
And running
Little brains
Running wild
Paranoia
Paranoia
Paranoia
What else can control
Am I running
from what is real
What is right
And next
Into the abyss
Free falling
Into the unknown
Into sanity
Where im free
To care
To love
To see
The doves
To drink the air
Another layer
Let me be
Let me be
Let me be.

Similar winter.

The similar people
Different colours
Different perspectives
Different emotions

The similar people
Different day
Different light
Different weather

The similar coffee
Different day
Different people
Different similarities

similar winter
Different goals
Different visions
Everyday.

Magic!

Be the tide

No matter what vibe
No matter what tide
Everything has lows
Everything has highs

The trick to surf
And travel through it
Balance and open
Your eyes a bit

Be the ocean
Be the tide
Choose and be
In a beautiful vibe

Its not that tough
If you really see
For it is what
You'd always be.

Good vibes.

Little bit of sun
Little bit of moon
A sip of coffee
A bite of macaroon

Ordinary women
Ordinary men
Happiness and laughter
In tears do blend

Another day gone
And then some years
Some anxieties
and then some fears

Job in
And day out
Whispered secrets
Stay out

Pretty people
and good vibes
Make a good
And beautiful life.

Little ants.

Once upon a dream
There was a little kid
Little did he know
How the hell to fit
Fit in the talks
Fit in the fights
Fit in the humour
And switch off the lights
Before crawling into bed
Before crawling into bed
There was a little smile
There was some strength
In everything futile
He would stare at mountains
And call for the birds
Right through his window
Reach out for the herbs
Twisting and turning
And contemplating
And smelling and feeling
And then next
He would cry for something small
And laugh at something big
He would climb the trees
And draw with the sticks
He would play with the dogs
And chase down the cats
Sprinkle all the suger
over the mighty ants
And trap all the rats
In the house
In the house
With his mother
And father out for work
And before he'd be back
Wash off all the dirt
And then one day
Within the field
Sat an old man
Smiling at an insect
Resting in his hand
"Could I ask you
Something? "
Began the little kid
"Do they call you mad
For doing all this?"
"Well yes they do
But I don't understand
Why would I not
Smile at this ant"
"Yes I know
And so would I,
But if they see you
They'll laugh
Like they're high"

"Well then do
Something different
When they laugh at you
Look at them as ants
And keep your smile
With you"

Now.

In the art
Of being
Of seeing
Everything
So clear and vibrant

So beautiful
So lovely
Because it exists
Because one can relish
Even death

Its a funny thing
Death
Its all in the head
And we are headless too
We love it
The drama
The movies
The shopping
And we are headless

Love gives freedom
To chose the one
And that's where we fail
Not in tests
Not in jobs
Or in printing money
Not where
There is order
But only when we are free

Because we don't know
And we will not
But what's the hurry about?
This is it!
Look around
this is your achievement

Congratulations! 

"But now what?"
U ask me
Now is what is.

And then
you stay
in the now
for a while

And then a while longer
And that's the trophy
My love.