For V.

For V.

You are fighting for survival –

New every hour

You hear them talking all around you-

How great everything is going.

The pressure takes your breath away

The pressure of existence

The fear of being left behind

Because your star is not shining at the moment.

You ask for sense

Only purpose counts

You ask:

What should I do?

In the end, you are at a loss,

because no one will help you now.

The joy counts-

it brings in nothing –

to make a living.

You keep asking yourself:

What feeling should guide you now?

You can’t laugh anymore

In the great din

And you must not cry

In the public space.

What remains of you as a person

When everyone is looking at you?

 

 

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