within these walls the cares are few
but my house was built close to the water
i harbour many tears
from the bottomless well i draw up
memories of forgotten existences
the world's suffering
existential desperation
anger and compassion
in this life
how fortunate i have been
showered with blessings
really! life has been easyidealism dried up unnoticed
tired i water my tiny patch
with existentialist despair
keep the beans on my own plate
and the cold winds out
strong roof solid walls
i tied myself to illusions
break
down
drop
kindness
spreading outwards
in circles ever widening
from a fearless centre
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