Knowledge

Confused and very tired

Trying to fight the sleep

Looking out the window

And the day is bleak

Trying to pull myself together

Trying to do the things I don´t like

Feeling like i am being fooled

But by whom?

By them, you, me or life itself?

I do not know

The only thing that I do know

This very gray day

Is that I can learn

But only what I can accommodate

In my very tired mind

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts

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Posted in Losing, Mindlessness, patterns, Poem, Poems, war

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