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

Annonser

Fairy Tales – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

I’m what they call a hopeless romantic
I idealize everything
And I want the perfect love story
The story is what I really fall in love with
I like giving roses
I like that knight in shining armour shit
That fucking ‘You’re the love of my life’ shit
I’m what they call a hopeless romantic
because I can’t stop seeing the world of love
in the form of a fairy tale
But reality is not a fairy tale
Reality is biting cold and bleeding wounds
How many times do I have to be punched in the face before I get it?
Probably until I get a brain damage
Maybe then will my brain shut up and stop telling me these fairy tales
I just want love, something real
But it’s too hard and it relies too much on chance
Just thinking of it all makes me dead tired
Fucking hell, it’s going to be good to die someday

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