Rubrik?

Man vaknar. Man somnar om.

Man dör på en sekund.

Man ser. Men är blind.

Trots solens starka sken.

Man ler. Man gråter.

Men strävan är kvar.

Man tror. Man hoppas.

Men livet har inget svar.

Man vaknar. Man somnar om.

Man dör på en sekund.


Again last night I had that strange dream,

where everything was exactly how it seemed

concerns about the world getting warmer

people thought that they were just being rewarded,

for treating others as they'd like to be treated,

for obeying stop signs and curing diseases,

for mailing letters with the address of the sender.

Now we can swim any day in November.


Don't wake me, I plan on sleeping in.



image189I'm alive but I'm alone.


A part of me is fighting this,

But a part of me is gone.


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