I almost mist the hidden door
because I was looking for a way out

An unknown workplace
where you know every tool
just not why it is there

The worlds you look at
through your windows
are as much a part of your life
as the inside 
where you live

There seems to be a straight road
in your direction
where you have a good grip on 

as long as you don’t know 
its reality

I will be driven again
towards a point in the future
that I don’t know and have been

I see the time in between passing by 
and I get out at the end of the ride
setting foot in a new beginning
with the same end

life can only be seen from one point
from in between the past you see
and the future you expect

Fear of death often seems
to be
veiled in security 

fear of loss
of time 
of the other

fear of nothing 
at the end