Lonely peace maker

My imagination is running wild,

am I listening to my inner child?

My energy levels were soaring

yet I missed out scoring.

Instead I was presented a weird fight,

which robbed me much of a good night.

Great expectations went down the drain

and again I feel liking getting insane.

The universe pushes everything into place,

and I cannot at all influence the pace

of any event's evolution,

let alone that of a revolution.

If only I had known

the perils of the unknown.

Isolation

Time has come to a halt,

and I feel really old.

My mind keeps racing,

and needs some pacing.

I crave for normality,

which means insanity,

all twisting and turning

won't stop that yearning.

Everything is alright,

no end is in sight,

I got it all wrong,

and just move along.

O graceful desire

please relight my fire!

You can still make me mad,
and even terribly sad.
But it's me feeling that,
it doesn't go on your hat.

It still looks like a pile of shite,
all this talking about not feeling right,
but it's you that chooses your fate,
and who is or is not your mate.

There were only few
to show me something new -
one of them was you,
well, that's now through.

I don't know whether to laugh or cry
after this very, very weird good-bye.
So I sit back and relax,
and reminisce some soggy sex.

Nobody told the Germans during Hitler's times that they were living in a evil fascist country. You need to understand the structure of the union of government and corporations to detect fascism at home, or wait until a 'liberator' installs the next flavor of pathocracy and declares the prior order of things fascist.