No (more) rest

Always something

Something to do

Lives full of endless tasks

The world made possible by human work.

Work with connection is a must

Always online

Always in touch

Always connected

Spy on you they just…


But without work

Life’s not a gentle breeze.

Storms of self doubt

Futures looming

Beyond the horizon of right now

Thoughts of will bees

Will be bosses

Will be partners

Will be hardships and will be troubles

Would they care

                For what I do

                And what I strive for

Sometimes there’s no rest

Even when

Nothing is to be done

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Life’s hills and valleys

Up and down our lives do go
From financial stress to getting scammed
Life just throws stuff our way
Mental health can be a burden too
Not getting out of bed or seeing enemies in all

Things just haven’t gone our way
We’ve had good times too
But material success just isn’t ours
We’ve been happy
Though the circumstances might not be the best
But inner peace depends not on wealth
It’s there for us
We lucky few
Who’ve found some peace within our mind
Temporary as it may be for me sometimes*

edit 14-5-2021: small alterations to both poem (*added line) and layout

Life’s endless competition

Compete compete we have to compete

Else we’re seen as dead beat

Compete for each thing we so need

I don’t want this

I want to retreat

But this might lead people to under the weeds

Perhaps not all is like this

I hope they exist

Harmonious places where there’s no need to compete

Too many times into the abyss

I stared into the abyss one too many times
Tried to believe in things which aren’t and things which can’t
Their spectre now haunts my mind
Having lost touch with solid ground

I fell into epistemological despair
What is real and what is up for grabs
I did regain my faith in truth
Though somewhat diminished under new light

Next the years went flying by
A few times madness popped in to say hi
The world conspired against me, so it seemed
Tracking my moves through the clouds small waves
Waiting for a chance to bring me down
Just with the things I’ve done online

Now I’ve recovered at least a bit
My recent outburst was brief and swift
Sure it was still an ordeal
But I’ve dealt with it in what seems the right way

The future doesn’t look so bright as it once did
But in the end I still live