Impossible

I like the back, but I don't like the black
Look at this rhyme I crack
Just a dress on dress I stack

I like the bold, but it won't get it sold

It could never get worse than that
Pick out, first one cut

Backround playin fifty one track

Not what I want to see, want to flee
Not a moment here I want to be
I guess I will just go bare

When a woman says indecisively

I have nothing else to wear

Day long gone

I was not so humble then
Just too young and naive
Trusting and fearless i might add
That was all that got me
Mistakes, regrets
Fears and lots of tears

I was not so strong then
Maybe deep within a gasp
Looking for something more divine
That was all that got me
Falling stars, broken hearts
Lost time and simple smile

I was not so cold then
Just too kind and open minded
Devil was just waiting for my fail
That was all that got me
Heartless and malicious souls
Simple minded, empty people

They were all that got me

Feel in

In a night way too short for two of us. 
We will run away, first, second and even the third time.
Under dark blue sky, in a garden full of light shimmer, we will know it all even better.
To lay down on flower swings and just stare into the stars that we cannot tell apart. Maybe we could, but not these times, we will have enough time to see. Later.
Maybe.
The only place that we will see deeper than ourselves will be each other eyes. Discover.
Offer before we take.
Sweet vulnerability, that even with the words that we don't know, we will feel it through.
Change places and be.
Hide in dark, deep corners and believe.
In a night way too short for us...

Did I?

I don't let the silence take over me anymore. Through all the busy rush, I brush off.
Occasionaly I have to let in a small moment to myself, music and my inevitable thoughts.
Brushing fingers through my own soft hair. Feel the smoothness of my own warm skin. Realize that all I need I have within me.
And in a long time I haven't had a heart to admit to myself, that in a moment like this, there is not a person in the world that I would like to be here with me.
Just myself, music and refreshing thoughts.

Ages ago

Whenever you ask me what is the biggest secret I have, I have to nod and smile. Before I say that my own thoughts I have trouble explaining.

If we choose to travel down this quiet road now, leading to the middle of my nowhere. I want to build a house out there, within my own paradise. So far so many bricks already wasted. But I am not a builder, just a wasted dreamer.

Whenever you ask me how far would I go, I have to close my eyes and imagine.

Before I explain the place I know hardly exists.

If we choose to travel down this muddy road, leading to the middle my chaotic nowhere. I have a place out there, with peacefull mountains and hills. And a lake with a clear, blue water. Grass so soft you can lay down and never wake up, while gazing at the stars. So far only steps back were taken. But I am not a risk taker, just a wasted dreamer.

Whenever you ask I just have to admit, I don't have any real answers, just too many wasted dreams. I am not a simple dreamer, I am a wasted dreamer.

Geiranger, Norway