On Ice cream

Passion is a fake thing

Just like love

Still we need it

To survive in this

Complicated world

So full of traps and illusions

Just like ice cream is a

Substitute that

Becomes something

By itself


Lost passions

Just watching

The trees grow and

The people tumble around

Fulfilling their desires

Soon the dusk sets in

Passing quickly away

For the night

Big Money Tech

Outside the comfort zone

In the tech startup world

People with suits and suitcases

Trying to make the

Great big breakthrough

Filling your life with quick big cash

Crashing or selling

Who knows?

The game is plain and still so hard

Optimised for crashing or running

In an Unstable world

The ego centred males passionately

Acting in their own short self interest

What a world we are living in

Blind for all other things like the

Flowers by the road

The Outsider

Passion is so important

In this long boring life

Things that drives us

To fulfil, change, transform

Away from everyday life

Storms and disaster

Come and go

Passions stay and eventually

Destroys us but until then

It’s the fuel and fire


Tired in the sofa


Not able to move

Still I want to fight

I want to win

Just go for it

Tired because of

The resistance that

Consist of wanting

To go and knowing

The anger and frustration

Of me doing my own thing

The inner conflict that

Has thrown me into depression

Because whatever you do

It is wrong in one way or



I see my life passing

And suddenly connecting

To other people’s stories

But where am I

In all this mess

Just drifting

On the great river of

Life and desires

Just so lost

The rest of my life

Might be bitter and sour

But I am proud that

Eventually I left for

Something completely