comedies pencil painted
words are shining through

our future awaits
but is our hope-conclusion
deduced in clarity?

'I wait, I sleep and feed
but do I really live?'

for breakfast they serve tragedy
to cheer us up for noon
the ad ever promising
even healthier life!

numbness predates comfort
and marries security
that is why the newspaper
mutely screams:
bloodletting rules outside

you should dance
for the both of us
I fear, I am too meek
but I will try
to strum the strings
to our conspiring tune

hey, wake me up at 2 am
they want me sharp at 8
those are 6 hours of life to spend
worthwhile together dreaming

a song in two parts
one is served to the end
the choir of the unhappy
was made to stay back home
to remind us our sanity needs us
we forget the industry nation

the real market trades
in human anguish
and the misery of everyone else
who accidentaly lives
on this angular momentum

now everyone out!
before the curtain opens

Viikki,
30.03.3003

// Has been a little quiet lately. Not that I mind complaining.