Going home; a poem by Andreas Blaustein

I can’t go home because I know
when I come home it will begin the end
The moments fly into a cage of memory
and there it stays and never grows anymore
I’ll sit and think and I will be blind
as life is being lived by someone else
Moments end and life continues forth
This life is moving, I can feel it moving
It fucking hurts, but now I’m going home

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Something about a guide; a poem by Andreas Blaustein

I’m looking for answers on the internet but I only find information
Religious people, they pray to their gods and they feel better
I can’t pray to any of the gods to feel better
I wish there was one single definite guide to life
Imagine always having an answer to your every question
We don’t have that and I guess that’s something kind of good
But sometimes I want that stupid guide in my hands

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Nights, sleep and money; a poem by Andreas Blaustein

I love to go to sleep when everybody else are beginning to wake up
During the night everything shuts the fuck up
That’s when I can think again
And breathe
Weeknights are best
That’s when it’s the most quiet
This is why I need to get rich
So I can go to sleep in my own time
And be rid of this fucking social jetlag

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