Ditch Dwellers – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

I went from wanting the world to wanting nothing
I just want to hide under the covers
Preferably with someone else
Preferably with someone I love intimately
But most likely with no-one
Still better than being out there
in the stream of the city
Out there where the people work hard to achieve things
I want none of that
None of that matters
So, what do I think matters?
I don’t know
I really don’t fucking know
Lots of people don’t know
These outcasts of life are all sitting down in the ditch
In the cold, wet and stinking ditch
They’re all silent and grim
I might as well join them

by Andreas Blaustein

2009-2012 – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

I think about all of you sometimes
I miss you and the life we lived
Not all of us were best friends
Some of us were mere acquaintances
Just someone we say hello to
while passing each other in the corridor
I think about all of you sometimes
but I know that you don’t think of me
None of you remember me
I’m not blaming you, I envy you
I want to release my grip of the past too
to be able to accept you as a part of my past
and not to wish myself back there all the time
So as I sit in the dark and recall useless memories
I imagine everyone of you living your lives
It hurts so much
that I’m the only one
who still hasn’t left

The End – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

Power doesn’t corrupt, we’re already corrupted
There’s no evil in the world, only humans
We’ve tipped the scale our way
But the imbalance will even out
Let the sun burn and the oceans rise
It’s not the end of the world, only ours
And we all deserve it
For our greatness and ignorance

by Andreas Blaustein

Simplicity – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

You are nothing and so am I
None of us are gods or prophets
Death will come for us all
And even if it doesn’t, we’re still nothing
But we should be okay with that
All we really need is
good people, good food and good drink
We need good music and good stories
And maybe most of all we need good talks and laughter
But it’s too hard to have all of that
So we chase success

by Andreas Blaustein

You Owe Me – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

I have no friends and no social life
World, you owe me
I have no woman to make me warm
World, you owe me
I’m slowly getting fatter, I hate my job, I’m not rich and I’m not living my dream
World, you owe me nothing
Absolutely nothing

by Andreas Blaustein

Ten Years Ago – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

I had dreams bigger than life itself
I wanted to be everything
I had time upon time and even more time
Then I took too much time
That’s how I learned the meaning of days passing
I have a new dream now
I haven’t started working on it yet
but I have time
I promise

by Andreas Blaustein

Friends – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

All they want is food and water
They want to play and take walks
They want to be petted, sit in you lap and sleep in your bed
They want company and friendship
If you give them these simple things
they will give you their world
and they’ll never fail you
Dogs are more human than us
because they live up to our ideals
better than we do

by Andreas Blaustein

Who The Fuck? – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

Modern life demands so many things of me
I’m supposed to get eight hours of sleep each night
I’m supposed to work out
Get to work in time
If I have a job I don’t like
I’m supposed to simply find another job that I like
The problem is that I don’t like any job at all
I’m supposed to check my notifications from all the apps
I’m supposed to answer messages, e-mails and calls
I’m supposed to have a party, fuck, drink and meet new people
I’m supposed to know everything that’s going on in the world
I’m supposed to have an opinion on all of it
Whether I know anything about it or not is not important
And I’m supposed to remember
to have a lot of super duper fun and carpe the shit out of that diem
I’m supposed to live until I’m ninety
and die happy
Who the fuck can live up to all of this shit?

by Andreas Blaustein

Persian Goddess – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

I don’t know if it got to you, if you’ve stopped breathing
If it happened, I hope it didn’t hurt too much in the final moment
I’m so sorry for everything
I’m sorry for not trusting you and I’m sorry for hurting you
But sorries won’t do any good
I’ll meet you later and make it right
I never met you in life, but I think I fell in love with you
At least for a moment
It’s just not fair that we found the missing pieces of ourselves
Without being able to put ourselves together
Like everyone else can
I wish you peace
You deserve it more than most

by Andreas Blaustein