Poems of a depressed man

The change, the fear and the death

Lying down under

The stars

Is overrated

I could never spend

A moment of my

Life

Staring at something

That has never

Changed,

Feared or

Died.

So

I make myself

Forget the map

Of pearly dome

And every night

I'm able to look at it

For the first time,

I tell myself:

Now that is something

Worth living for.

I take the longer bus

Back home

I stay quite when my

Girlfriend is in a hurry

And chooses the wrong

Path

So that we would spend

Another minute

Together

But it's always the same,

Cause there's a certain scheme

Or a principle:

First you take the longest path

Since the destination

Is yet not your friend

Then you cut a piece of that

Road and put in your

Pocket full of what some call

"Wasteful parts"

You shorten the path

Again and again

Until the journey no longer

Gives joy

And then you decide to forget

That you ever knew

How to get somewhere quick

Cause you are afraid

Of it coming too soon,

Meaning, ending too soon

As well.

So I take the longer trip

By bus to grasp

The length of the journey,

I stay quite when my girlfriend

Chooses the wrong path

Even though she's

Rushing.

I forget the shortcuts

And all that

Just to fell the change,

The death and the fear

Of a thought that creeps in

And says:

Well come on,

Hurry up, the end is near,

I just want to lie down

And whisper in your ear

How insignificant

Meaningless and useless

A human and his path is.

But I face this thought,

I find a new way

To forget and learn

Again.

Now that is something

Worth living for.