Man

To feel like a man

Even under false pretenses 

Is so joyful

I want to sing

I want to give

All my joy

I can look everyone 

I meet in the eye again 

How little it takes to make a man 

A man again

On Watch

Time and time again

I watch them go by

The heroes, the outsiders

The con artists, The fouls

It is me and still everyone is more

Than that

Strange places next to home

Certain days demands escapes to a different city

Another place to put the restless mind and body

I choose the workers city south of home

A dirty place with a huge highway in the middle

In order to keep the workers mind focused

on work

The gigant harbour filled with containers and cars

The factory making trucks and the factory making medicine

To drug the world and make life filled with pills of different color

I love that place, poor people from all over the world come here

To seek the true unhappiness in a life filled with thing and matter

Are they happy, happier or just busy making a living

I do not know and I am not going to ask them

I let them get on with their life and feel happy that this

is not my home but a lush green place that is ok for a day or two

or more, enjoying the serene feeling of being a stranger in a land

That never been mine