Promises

I feel lost empty

I promise the sky

And I can only

Deliver one big shoe

I fight and lose

Rise up again

And fight and lose

No way

No problem

Solutions around the corner

Or disaster

But still here

And that’s

What counts

Frozen Land

The sun has returned

To the north

Shining a cold

White light upon us

Ignorant and indifferent

Without within

Some days nothing

Today is Sunday

A hopeless Sunday

With a little light

And a long earned

Spring to long for

Problems Pro Solution

Problem that exist

That I have to do

Something about

Problem that don’t exist

But that I believe that

I have to do something about

Problems that I am not aware of and

Therefore do not act on

Something that is not a problem

But joy that I forgot

While

Thinking on all

Those

Problems

The Lost Mind Reader

Sometimes I can read

Other peoples mind

But most of the time

I cannot even read

My own mind

I do not understand

Other peoples intention

But in heaven you just

Smile with the angels

Whose intention is always

Clear and strait forward

That is why is called heaven