In the end

Instead of living the dream I just live in my dreams
What will I do with myself in this place
Get out, get a job and make some new friends
Did I really think that I would be happy this way?

Surrealistic thoughts of realistic dreams
Psychedelic vision is reality for me
I want to go where I once have been
In the summer, in the winter, in time

Working until I'm mad
Nothing inside me, I'm sad
Pitchblack darkness and nothing to see
Payment is always in time
And as the money comes in hand
Karma hits creativity and in it's stand

I think you might be me

Out at sea, for so long
Nothing to see, how long have I gone?
Fishes of teardrops, hours of songs
Splashing through corals of violence in blue
When will I see you?

We sat sail, years ago
Flowers and colors and microscope bees
Singing and dancing, mixing the sea
Eyes of dust, float in the air, is this the dens lair?
This just isnt fair (to them)

Stars beneith, heaven in sea
The captain follows only his scope
Land ho, over the horizon
I think we just got in the course of the sun
Let's make it more fun?

Life in Eternity

bleeding eyes of black patterns
hold your hands upon yourself
feel your way through space
come on over to the dark side
where theres no difference between opened or closed
I have the black acid mind
pouring all over you

water splashing to your face as you wash up in the bathroom, trying to get sane
the man in the mirror laughs at you and smiles
after starring into your eyes for a while he move his lips when yours are still and say
"be prepared, one day I will be you"

he stands up straight, takes one last look and then turn around
not knowing what you just saw when that man, who looked just like you, but didnt do anything like you walked out of the room
you suddenly remember that nothing is sane and everything is insane

close your eyes
concentrate on darkness
put your hands over your eyes
open them inside and ride through the night

Wonderland-Friday, Highlands of Music-Saturday, Yesterdays Weekend

guided tours by the voice of the man in the mirror
he is neither me nor you
loosing touch with your breath, you cant feel your body
eating yourself over and over
colors in the darkness, pieces of awareness
falling in place one by one
the only thing left is the music within me
as the voice falls down in the deep black sea
now i can feel it, now i can see it
the power of love
the power of mind

Wouldn't it be boring if the northern lights were black and white?

Perpetual moonshine
And glowing treetops
Northern lights dancing in the stars
Diffuse smoke hangin' from beneith
Pouring up through the cold air
Like a waterfall from the other side of the world

Footsteps in the newly fallen snow
Show's where I am, points where I should be
The glow from my cigarette sparkles in my eye
Streams of light
Hits the winternight
Cold cheeks blooming of red
Dry lips calling for you across the sky
Fading into the turquoise nightsky
Alongside the smoke from my lounges

Where are you?
When will you get here?
When will you come?
Wouldn't it be boring if the northern lights were black and white?

Question of love, State of mind?

come quick
faster!
she yelled
as her children came running towards her
gather up
come closer
crawl under my feet and i will show you all about it
look over there!
flowers
beautiful colors
merging together from the shadows of the trees standing in line as three year old soldiers
litsen
hear them out
she said
as the flowers merged into their eyes, leaving nothing but a beautiful mind inside

moments later
minutes..
hours..
days?
when her children fly away inside a thousand butterflies the eruption of a volcano across the ocean makes the world look a lot worse than it is
love was the subject
passion for life was the question
this is what she answered