Four poems

I
Monday morning
My morning sleep was broke
The fog is still there
Outside they started to dig into the street
Renovating the waste piping
Their machinery made noise at seven thirty

II
Today we shift the location
for where we live.
Summerhouse to city living
Drove our car fully loaded
from west to east.
Leaving morning dew and a sea like a mirror
for the big city.

I started to think and lost control
What is civilisation?
Where is the best place to live?
Where we are going
or where we were yesterday?

III
Whenever it is crowded and messy to be a human
I fly away using words and thoughts,
always at some distance above the ground.
My conscious abandon me
pinches me from participating
in what is.

IV
She told me to set my goals
on a fair level
not where I thought I ought.
This advice, I have heard before
But kept it at a distant
Did not understand this advice
in my core.

She gave arguments
to support her advice
But I stopped her.
I heard what she said the first time
and was fully occupied
by taking it in emotionally.
I do not need being ambitious
to feel good enough.