
Waiting for the ride
at the wrong place
such is life

Waiting for the ride
at the wrong place
such is life

The curtain is hanging there
halfway closed
I am not sure
why I am only halfway shy

I go the normally busy street
with people that are not there
to walk alone
in all those footsteps
left
unknowingly

We all bloomed together last week
but the memory is silent

The water rippled like the time
I was waiting
for a message
I saw my waiting waving
out in a half-circle
and knew it started somewhere
in the distance near
you

I believe I will
for all the wrong reasons
https://epochemagazine.org/43/spinoza-nietzsche-and-the-error-of-free-will/

I can no longer rescue you
if I open the door

These collected barriers work not only to stop fascism but also to stop anti-fascism.
Martin Niemöller:
First they came for the Communists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Communist
Then they came for the Socialists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Socialist
Then they came for the trade unionists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a trade unionist
Then they came for the Jews
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Jew
Then they came for me
And there was no one left
To speak out for me
Martin Niemöller was a German Lutheran pastor and theologian born in Lippstadt, Germany, in 1892. Niemöller was an anti-Communist and supported Adolf Hitler’s rise to power. But when, after Hitler rose to power and insisted on the supremacy of the state over religion, Niemöller became disillusioned. He became the leader of a group of German clergymen opposed to Hitler. In 1937 he was arrested and eventually confined in Sachsenhausen and Dachau. He was released in 1945 by the Allies. He continued his career in Germany as a cleric and as a leading voice of penance and reconciliation for the German people after World War II. From Wikipedia

I see you there
through all the quiet
far away
to far

Our individuality is only skin-deep
because that's the only part we can see from each other

I don’t care for your name
I just like how it is presented

The veil you wear is harsh
it roughly rubs against my skin
when I get too close

I see only more and more horizons
when I am standing too close
to the concrete wall
surrounding
a you

The blue skies are fragmented.

I see symbols of our downfall forming
when I walk down
and look back

Motionless in time
a surface seems to ripple
my eyes blink
it just seems