Tomorrow,
A word i used,
Longer than i remember,
Tomorrow,
A day that was happiness,
Tomorrow,
A future that was prosperous.
These days,
I learned a new word.
Today.
A small word.
Yet powerful.
Everything today.
Because I can’t promise tomorrow.
What a good day, it is,
Never a day better,
Sun shines bright,
Wind rushes slow,
Best of days there could be,
Just like the yesterdays.
It is happiness,
Take a good look at it,
If it isn’t,
You are not looking it the right way.
Freedom,
When asked the name,
Choosing not to say it,
Questioning those abusing it,
Spelling it the way you want it.
Freedom,
Choosing where to stay,
When others pick for you,
Living by,
The life you earned, Not given.
Freedom,
Speaking out loud,
For those and against,
Choosing the sides,
Not by the majority.
Freedom,
To live your lives,
To be your own,
To have your own,
To earn your own,
Treasure it with life.
I wonder,
If I am being fooled,
Such an illusion,
My mind have picked up.
Even though,
I haven’t seen you,
Haven’t heard from you,
Or have no notion of your existence,
Why do I trust you,
Why do I live by your words,
Is it because your name is God?
Or a lie that kept me alive?
If I could find the answer.
He laid back, smiling, like he always does in his favourite bed. No more worries haunted him. Gently running his fingers through his leather jacket, he could smell the stiffness as it was new as it was made.
He laid back smiling, in his captains cabin. While his ship was sinking. His hunger to journey across the sea has been relieved. Now a new voyage begins, to a place no man has heard of before.
He was smiling.
Out of all,
Money and power,
Death,
Is the only song,
That keep me alive.
Writing about me,
words aren’t enough,
Ink dries out.
To write about you,
Two words, it’s over,
Trust issues!
Things changed.
Another one have arrived,
What new did it bring.
The universe being me,
My thoughts, the stars in it.
Hard is it, to find,
Where it began,
Where it ends.
To find your way through,
Fly straight.
My thoughts, have no direction.
It isn’t a while ago,
That I felt.
It isn’t a while ago,
That I understood.
We lost a lie somewhere,
In my world.
It wasn’t peace.
It was trust.
The biggest lie.
Finding the Alchemist 