Christmas spirit

Silent night,

Holly night.

Cristmas time, family time.

Or at least before our times,

when  it's only about presents and food.

Sleep in heavenly peace.

Eat in heavenly peace.


Silent night,

But not holly night,

nothing calm, nothing bright

as nobody cares how the trees are dying,

everywhere in the forests of the world

just to wrap up those toys,

which children will only use twice.


Silent night,

sweet sweet night,

suddenly, all is bright

but the light from the christmas tree,

doesn't let us see the stars.

Not even the moon shines on me.

Not even the moon shines on me.


Silent night,

winter night,

not as cold as before

because we've choosen to live our lifes

in the way that bussinesses want

thats why today there's no snow

climate change annoys instead.


Silent night,

too long night

you may wish, you may dream

that the Christmas spirit you talk about was real

but I will have to disappoint you now.

It is only found in the hearts

of those who don't have anything to give.


Silent night,

only one night

in which, we are kind.

Why does it seem so dificult to,

be kind to everybody at all times.

Do one good deed this Christmas.

Do one good deed this Christmas.

Waiting by the sea

The wind whispers my name,

a name not known to me.

It's silent song describes

who I'm supposed to be.


Forever patient I waited by the sea.

Forever lonely, forgotten by the sun.

And as the darkness of the night creeps around me,

away, away from me the stars run.


The wind whispers no more.

No more I know myself

Can't even remember,

who was my younger self.


Forever patient I waited by the sea.

Forever lonely, forgotten by the stars.

And as the cloudy day hurries past me

away, away, so far away the sun laughs.


Cold sand flows down my hands

as my soul flowed to the sea,

escaped from my body

and here left waiting me.


Forever patient I waited by the sea.

Forever lonely, forgotten by the light.

And as the darkness of the beach surrounds me

away, away all my hopes to come back fight.


Persausive waves hard try

with their voice of freedom

to take me with them

to their saltwater world.


Forever patient I waited by the sea.

Forever lonely, forgotten by the world.

And as my own darkness from light hides me

my soul won't find me.

I am lost.

Different coloured worlds

How is it possible

for somebody to live

in a rainbow coloured world

and see grey

and for someone different

to live in grey

but keep the hope to see the rainbow?

Finding happiness

How can it be that we care so little,

about something as crucial as our dreams?

How can we give them up so easily

and live someoneelse's life in sadness?

How can it be so difficult to be

ourselves, but not to be somebody else?

Why hide from our happiness in shadows,

run to the happiness of someone else

and when finally we reach it try again

with different happiness of someone else

and never find our own happiness

which is the only one that makes us happy?

Life doesn't make sense!

Time

Time.

Time.

T-I-M-E.

Such a simple 4-letter word.

And yet, such a complicated meaning.

Time.

So seemingly real,

so really false.

Just an ilusion.

And yet we allow this ilusion

to control all our lives

and to leave us living in fear

of not having enough of it.

Time,

why do you haunt me at nights

and get lost during the day?

Time,

why is it so difficult

to see you as what you really are?

Time.

Time.

T-I-M-E.

Just leave me alone.

Looking at each other

You looked at me.

You looked at me

and smiled.

Then you looked away,

 and kept smiling.

I saw you looking at me

from the corner of my eyes.

I turned around

and looked at you.

I really looked at you.

And when you realised

I was looking at you,

you stopped smiling.

Start now!

What are you waiting for?

Do you think the world will

wait for you as it spins?

In that case I'm sorry

to disappoint you:

It won't!

So if you really want to make your dreams come true

Start now!

Life

Wouldn't life be so much sweater

if it was posible

to make a living

by being alive?

What are you so stressed about?

Tell me,

what are you so stressed about?


Is it really that important

to waste any single minute

thinking about this constant

worry?


Tell me,

What are you so stressed about?


Is it really necesary

to remember your worries

instead of letting thoughts vary

to joy?


Tell me,

what are you so stressed about?


Wouldn't you feel so much better

to just focus on whatever

and leave it until later,

much later?


Now tell me,

What are you still so stressed about?

Before our time

In days of long before our time

the world around us was just fine.

No huge holes opened in the sky

above the place where most birds fly.

The temperature was just right

not too low and not too hight.

The sea looked marvelous and blue

of thick, dark oil was yet no clue.

And life killed just to survive,

not only to feel more alive.

Those wonderful, magic days

long before human arrived

during which the earth not pays

for what we have done.