The door is closed and the lights dim
When I look into the future of this adventure.
Only alone I see the reason,
the hidden underwater thread
Passing idle
Through my days and my hands.
I wish it was passing through my head.
Tag: instinct
Dark work
The dark has come
Yet the day is not over.
The list of still long
And the appealing tasks
Are queuing for my attention.
I trust my watch
And keep on trying
While my brain wears its pyjama.
Instinct talking
The instinct never lies
And lime a radar spots the dangers
For you
Even when hidden under the surface.
Listen and draw the map
To avoid the traps
Like a champion of alpine slalom.
Belly speaking
What holds me back
Has no hands and no reason.
In my belly a fear and a spasm.
From true dedication,
there came disappointment
Dressed in targets and evaluations.
No belly tells lies.