Transformation

Example

Transformation as an elementary of speech formation

Why do I write down so many things? - Well, because I like to read something. Even if sometimes it was nothing but junk what I wrote down, I can still learn something about myself.

Poem

Resistance

A transformation from the above words

Blank sheet - clear head

If I find too many words, I just mess it up.

I couldn't get it to work, I guess it wasn't supposed to.

I was still at odds with myself for a long time.

I couldn't fix it, couldn't get it right.

However, I continue with it, looking for a deeper meaning for me.

There I continue, could soon no longer stop.

There are so many confused thoughts bothering me.

They put me in chains, form barriers for me

and make me weary and tired.

Alone I rarely experience there bloom-

times to argue better for me.

That's when I finally tackle it,

even if only for a few seconds.

I express myself, the words come from the heart.

It feels me, there are many kinds of pain.

I wouldn't feel like joking about it,

that penetrates me, it is in the blood, a torment.

I have not been able to do it and I want to change that.

But as a dilettante, I certainly don't conquer countries.

Stay with my attempt to be a righteous person,

and I like to see meaning in what I am.

There I go into myself and find myself.

I'm struck to the marrow and bones.

For me, I'll focus on a few thoughts,

thereby set such finite barriers for me.

Of course, I too will pass away one day,

surely the wind will then blow away my ashes.

As long as I can do that, I would not be anxious about it.

If everything were over then, too, I would still feel free.

I will not give in and I will fight back,

so that no one will pervert my things.

Arbitrary would not be. There is something to fix,

To show one's colors and align oneself with the good.

All that cursing about time,

I am by no means prepared to do that.

I am saving myself from a wrong morality.

This is so necessary and brings something in.

Meanwhile, bad and good attract each other.

That's the way it goes, my heart is in it.

That's what I'm thinking about, I guess it's meant to be.

It is the truth for me. It is so close to me.

As I recognized it, that's how it means to me.

I walk towards my end and explore the way

there with all the strength I have been given.

I see what it creates in me.

With words, I bring such light into my thinking.

I would like my fortunes to finally turn around.

With the thoughts I take possession there of me and my life.

That should be good, even despite this weaving

of all the saved moments and their passing.

This is not a joke and this is how it should be written.

There I sense a feeling of it and then remember it again.

That will be my fantasy, it defies all these ups and downs with me.