Stranger
Lise Nilsen <[email protected]>Copyright 2000 Lise Nilsen
Do not look at me like a stranger I cannot stand the lonelyness that is closing my mind I am afraid I cannot be good enough for you. Do not let me be so small and so weak that I have to do lies to feel like one of you. It hurts when the words ar not alive just filling time with nonsense ond cold meaning nothing to us else than sort ov connection we cannot come through. I know I am not alone There ar lots of human beeings You will never get my thoughts they are mine but the things I do, the thougts translated to life real world is what we share all becaus we are children of the same seed same structure same picture at the same time we apart from each other with invisible fences made from fear, arrogance, feelings of being none misunderstanding thougts and no will to share the experiences and work it out together. Is this the time I got to live in to learn more about myself that I cannot understand withour experiencing it pracitcally cheating is possible but then I have learnt nothing Shal I live in a community where we do not accept each other spanking our own back on a small globe. Our childrens illustions about words from parents and the rigt to decide makes lies of life before they are born Do I deny myself and live on a lie will pain break throug sooner or later I will see the truth for us all I am not a stranger to myself The words are I did not learn them in time when I was a child with open mind and wonders of life Time help me before the pain gets so hard and feels true like hunger an violence in a movie Time is short I may grow to old to play We knew each other when we were kids. COME ON Do not lead me into temptation you get weak when ypu shimmer from false shyness. Do not fall into temptation by leaning back and wait All enegy you use is your own responsibility so shall be you cannot be that weak that you think you are when you dont want to strighten up You are just as shiny inside like everyone else. Did ypu thing ypu were not able to play to get the truth? go out dans with the trees they have a language you hardly sense mor fulfilled and alive than you know is joy of life Do not wait til ypu are grown up just grow instead and be big in oyr own eyes. You do not know this you lost hope when ypu saw the fences You lost your braveness when your thouhts stranded in what you thougt were ripe and respnsible. Your words die if you do not wake them up and make them dance with you. Wake up..little flower Power is like the sweet honeyflow in the trees it is rising always hoping to get higher get stronger live out the joy! Like trees when it is getting cold leaves fall and they rest to find new powe while growth is getting ripe in silence you get stronger without loosing the beauty in your heart. Do not be a stranger to the idea your help is closer than ypu can imagine If you do not know you will grow apart like a tree without (bark) and die when you are alive without hope without help without life. Strange? |
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