clearing my clouds

wake up,
wipe the cold from the eyes,
the sun awakes the people,
a never ending alarm clock,


the rays fill my room,
so empty it is,
is it the room which is empty or my inside,
Inside i cant see,
wish i had instructions or a manual to fix this.

The brain creates the emptiness,
you are the be all and end all of problems and peace,
find harmony within yourself to be free
Look unto yourself and not others

Walk the path of your own,
dont talk alot,
talk when its needed not excesively,
excess of anything is never good,
keep the bare necessity so it is not necessary for you to need too much.


As its only you in the end that is left,
not your foe or friend,
Not your mother or father,
but only you in your coffin,
which is empty of life.