anchor

My anchor is the soul

on my little boat

above the unconscious

the great lake

Storms come equally

from inside

the senses from the outside

through the umbilical cord

to the outside world

having hope is a waste

from time

i am time

in my short time

the invisible

must have an equivalent

have inside me

the brain has to learn

with the feeling

to work together

I obey the soul alone

I don't let myself

of worldly power

nor by the spiritually powerful

take by the hand

i go with my fear

since my childhood

hand in hand

i am a simple

i am a weak person

after every win

defeat follows

i go step by step

even if I through my own depravity

have become despondent

I am the doubter of myself

my soul holds me

in the dream

where I only have a supporting role

have to play

the mirror in front of

the soul tells me every day who i really am

Gods are made by humans

to which they cling

around in real life

inside and outside

to escape from one's own helplessness

I don't have to overtake anyone

I humbly want destiny

carry out which the soul has given up