Santa Claus For Grown-Ups – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

The concept of ‘making it’ is the adult version of Santa Claus
People say it’s real and within your grasp
They repeat the message that you can do anything as long as you put your mind to it
But they forget to mention that all the odds are against you
They forget to say that there are countless of invisible factors that plays a huge role
And even if you do everything perfectly right
there are other’s who can do it even more perfectly right
Nobody tells you that talent has little to do with ‘making it’
Nobody says that luck, connections and insanity is more important than skills
Nobody tells you the whole truth
Only the part of it that sounds beautiful
Or maybe all of this is just something that disappointed people say
to explain unexplainable things to themselves

by Andreas Blaustein

Annonser

Fascionable – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

I feel so angry and I feel so helpless
People in power who do these injustices
Repeating what has been done and forgotten
Does humanity really have to learn all its’ lessons
again?
Can we not listen to the past?
Many people refuse to listen
and it’s not only people in power
Many regular people with regular jobs and regular lives
wants to make the horrors of human kind a part of that word again
Regular
Regular harassment
Regular persecution
Regular violence
Why?
Because the cloak that this wild hatred wears
is a beautiful one
And who doesn’t like beauty?

by Andreas Blaustein

Character – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

Some moments are turning points in your life
You get your shit together
You talk to your crush
You get on stage and perform
Those are character creating moments
Your life is made up of all the choices you’ve made
How warming it is to realize
that I’ve made none
so I can’t be anything
which is good
because then I have little to fight for or care about
and I like that
But I don’t like that I like that

by Andreas Blaustein

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

The Silent Poem – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

Kingdoms and empires collapse
and the future is creeping up
There’s no answer as to what will happen
So we all panic or stay in denial
Fear takes over and we hate and hate and hate
Every war in history had its’ own justifications
But the dead can’t speak for themselves

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