wrestling with my consciousness(A.Melleby, 08.12.14)
the dying years
and the neverending tears
what´s the use
what´s the point of it all
as long as the truth is out there
I need to know
as long as the truth is out there
I will keep moving on
to find it
just like poetry in motion
I´ll write the words
I´ll let them take me there
I know I´ll find it
eventually
burning bridges before they´re built
a stupid thing to do
if you want to cross
to get to the other side
the right side
people come and people definately go
some even forever
thrown into the silence of faceless graves
we¨ve all been there
we just don´t remember
you may think you have made it
not because you were clever
but because you were dropped in the right nest
what is there to be learned from this?
nothing
just be grateful
