When the streets are fading blue
And where people talk in smoke and haze
And the city's pupils shrink
like two day old balloons
Wake me up in this
Life's and life's long autobiography
This home build on stones with cracks in the sidewalk
Licking off smiles from the corners of their mouths
Where zippers don't zip
though it's too cold half the time you're out like you're told too
It doesn't feel as old as it used to
There's no horizon here
Or there
Or on Dam Square
But suns are rising on heights of days
Of too lates and too oftens
Without blank mornings, or blinding nights...
At least there's a reason to love it, to live it
Let's learn how to live
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New April
PoetryJust a little bit of madness, some wildflowers and wild thoughts. Written in a poetic way in April, rewritten in the months after. Rain and colorful markers, glowing screens and overplayed songs. Just some words I stringed together. Cover by @softp...
