Loosing myself in the claws of reality
Soothing myself in the dark corners of my own vanity.
Looting the treasures of my souls deepest mines, a goldmine of thoughts lost in the dark matrix of time.
Selling my minds deepest secrets to the highest bidder, a reflection of me dancing to the tune of the mesmerising fiddler.
Questions rises; Soul where have thou gone? or more truly;
what have I done?
Waiting for a life to be, a true meaning for me. Imagining a better reality for you and for me.
It’s all a lie, I just want to fly, rely. But all I have to do is stop to deny and justify.
Every moment of my life
Doesn’t need to be
full of failure, misery, a long struggle, my souls biggest strife.
All I have to do is to let go, it’s hard to understand, it’s like my life’s a show and I can’t control,
I think I didn’t even write the script or decided to enroll.
That’s also a lie.
I can’t fin the reason, I guess I have to stop throwing the pie, get my act together , be responsible and take control.
I’m the only one who decides the plot of the movie that’s my life, not to sit by but to carefully choose my role.
Every second I have a chance to become who I want to be and what to believe, what into the world send, and what to recieve.
So much trouble in the world around, so much ignorance and egos to find. We live in the dark age of information but the world is still round.
Time is ticking and everything happens so fast, I barely understand the concept of the other and what happened in that first, big blast.
The plot thickens and to be honest I care not, I’ll do what I do, and you won’t see me standing in one single spot.
©2014 Joakim Andersson