Rhia
Sounds around these red trains
sustain and speak of iron rules
and of strength to live
The cold bright beam of 45 degrees
hit my own round belief
and through the warmth words arise in
this
The only thing I know is
what in itself is whole
Is the motif in the eye?
Is the corner hidden where it lies?
Are you mixed
or is so much mixed in you
that it is far from easy to know what
to do?
The openness of the ocean called
thought
is what I love to gaze at
here I sit by “Mjøsa” the lake
and the railroad line
Rhia
you're fine and
now in my mind
and I don't know why these lines to
people
are invisible threads
and I don't know why I connect these
lines
of words in my head
I don't know if I wanna push
or if I wanna be pulled in to meet
people
or neither of the two
I doubt it
Perhaps life's the present maneuver of
denial or action?
Off course
it's simple the way we can love a child
They haven't yet made the decision to
hide
Sadly they probably will
but communication flows
still
There is hope
but I know
I will loose
if I count on that
The battle is not here to reach an end
It's here to try to shake even the most
certain values you know you wanna hold
It's here to make you strong and bold
