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Trap For My Mind

I work in a blue cube

Clouds reflect on it, but never touch it.

My thoughts are bluish cubes:





I breathe in a blue cube

I try to breathe in a blue cube

I try to think in a blue cube

I try to feel in a blue cube

Feel, what a strange word

To utter in such a cube.


Others have grey cubes and I should be sorry

Others have no cubes at all and watch me judgingly

I should love my cube, they say

But how do they know what it’s like

To experience life from a blue glass cube

Never detained


Never free



I’ve met a ghost the other day

I looked at him, he looked away

 I tried to smile but couldn’t help,

To feel the sadness for his death.


I tried to tell him I can feel

The sadness of his empty being.

He did not hear and did not care

I turned around and let him stare


At all that life has put between

His empty soul, my heart that fills

With everything he does not know,

He lost the day he sold his soul.


I’ve met a ghost the other day

He looked at me, I looked away

I couldn’t tell him he was dead

I looked at him and shook my head


I’m sorry life has hurt you so

I loved you but…. so long ago

Goodbye dear ghost of youth and love

Our time has passed, now let me go.

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