I don’t want to paint a picture in your mind
Writing for me
Is a way to let my imagination go wild
Playing around
In my mind
There i see these old fashioned gas lights
Wooden crates
Why would i try to use words to describe?
I can rhyme them to prescribe
You the healing agent for a better time
If i could share what i see to you
I think you would pay me really good
Now my writing does not even pay me for the food
Or for the roof
Have to rely on wellfare
Maybe i should build a writing shed
A place to be with my craft
I had to change my style so many time’s on the way
And i’m from Finland
But in the end i guess i found how to make a train
Out of symbols
An owl
Out of end rhyme’s
As i said
I had to change my style
So many time’s