In English

Disastrous. Feelings that is. They mock and dash you. Trick and decieve you. As if you wouldn´t know! As if you didn´t see it coming before it entered the scene. Still you let yourself flow with the illusion despite disillusions. Such a waste and such a haste you rush after the light, the rainbow, the colours that keep fooling your eye. And your brain let you. Even though.

You enter Darkness as it comes, and we know it always does come! Some may comfort it, some may meet Death instead of his or her best friend. A graveyard filled with rotten corpses. Blackbirds singing the dark tune of minor. Why weren´t we told? Why did they all try to fool us as garbage, decomposed?

This is a life. Not kind, not sweet, not nice, not happy, not rich, not hopeful, but not sad or for that matter all bad either way you choose. You do! Somewhat strong, some brains, some will, some lust, some must, some rest but of course despair always cling in the naked branches in the sombre November. Not a clean but polluted air. To breath. In. And breath out.

We live. We do! We must turn our faces not to ashes, but sunstreets too. It is a struggle to bear and feel free. Nothing in this world could ever do that for me. All I have and all I learn I bring to myself completely on my own.

Will is the power of your life - don´t fight it, bring it in your backyard!

/Pops