I don’t know if I support you all
or that you support me 

ether way
we are all where we are 
supposed to be

Sometimes I get the urge
to turn it
and see what happens

The spiral stairs you take
up or down 
is made of a thousand 
individual pieces

and though you put it there
you haven’t made a single piece
of it 

I have the feeling that between the light side
and the dark side
there is more light

but maybe I am wrong
I just don’t remember 
that it was dark in between
and that is something you normally do remember

My whole house started tilting
but I didn’t roll out of bed

it wasn’t a dream
my eyes were open
staring at a ceiling 
disorientated 
the tilt went on
the other way

the remedy I knew
if this needed healing 
was to get up
and so I did 

Out of necessity our houses are square boxes
it reflects the corners where our thoughts stop

if only we had round houses 

Even though the door you stand for
is held up by heavy hinges 

you are afraid
you can’t open it

if only the door had a window
so you know 
your first steps can be taken
safely
so your choice
can slowly surround you

Your roots grow into your crown 
the life you wear so proudly 
or not 

but when you reflect
the shadows on a white wall
all the roads you have traveled
the dead ends with their views 

you can only hope
there are no windows 
from dark rooms 
reflecting angles 
you forgot   

Your life might be monotonous 
and it probably is

but in a quiet moment
looking over it
you might still see some slight
changes
of a grayish white hue 

I am thinking about a future
about problems not arrived
about my imagination
that has 

maybe it’s all that’s old lying around
reminders of my memory 

how to forget
and not

I am thinking

Just focus on yourself
is what they say

don’t look behind
secure yourself

wisdom for the ones
who are alone  
and dream about nothing