The call of stress
A moment filled with exploding wonder
the soul inside you is wandering around
as your body tries to make sound
Express itself
show what lays under beneath
under the surface, underneath
Frustratingly painfull irritation itching in me
try catching the breath
as when you smoked a cigarette
A feeling with exploding wonder
the brainactivity is enough for me
my cells are swimming in an endless sea
Want to release my substance
my thoughts, my dreams, my visions
take one at a time, make my decisions
longing for peace of mind
a thought filled with wanting
a wanting becoming a longing
A dream so unreachable at the moment
the stress that builds our demands of ourselves
With this, we do create our own cells
As the demand walks around
circulaiting around me
it's hard to just be
My visions lays in the futures hand
the hands of wanting to much
the hands who's hard to touch
And I wonder, is it healthy
wanting everything at the same time
wanting it all so badly, it should be a crime
I can name it, but no rebirth it
I can listen to it, but I do not understand
the obession of the futures hand
We want it all, we want it now
so badly we want success
And there you have it, the call of stress
Poetry by Malin Johansson
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Written on 2006-06-08 at 00:40
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