Zywa Deep down

Tired of travelling
station after station
through my full agenda

Stepped out to stand still
but the madness thunders
into the blue room

deep in the underground
hotel, where nothing changes
or it isn't conspicuous

Freed from the world
the mess at home, the stains
on the floor, rest at last

Nothing distracts me
from the mystery
of sex and the speed

of life
and of the despair
with which I dream

of not belonging here
powerless, put aside
like an alien

Poem 4207
Amsterdam, 2021-12-09

David Bowie
Albums "Station to Station" (1976, David Bowie) and "Low" (1977, David Bowie)
Collection: Moons 
Keyword: Depression 
Tribute to: Bowie, David 
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