poor frustration

​It is snowing here,
And I feel alone,
Among stupid things I have to do,
What do you want me to show you.
What
I want to know
Maybe what has no answer
An illusion of mind
Fear and external values
That have cloated my blood vessels
Those that bring air to the brain
And I just cry
The crazy inside wants to crack open
Leave out fear
Throw out fear
Get in fresh air
Breathe with confidence
In the common end
Love and death…
What is the point in doing this
If pleasure is converted into pain
Maybe because it is worth having
Suffering justified
I do not want that
Stupid
The snow is falling 
Out of the window
Let your eyes wonder there 
And forget of your judgemental world
Illusions 
Reality is out there
In the snowflakes…

J.GJ.
January 2012