En liten dikt om att vara ett vuxet barn
The adult child
So many unspoken words
a story noone ever will tell
A secret hidden in shaddows
a bottle and its magic spell
So many smiles and cleared up messes
but who cleans up inside?
who can see the truth
that we all try so desperately to hide?
But it is there
for everyone to see
but noone speaks up
so it must be imagined, it must be me.
We pretend so hard
we all believe the story told
history repeating itself
this time we can turn sand into gold!
Life lika a well-known song
playing on constant repeat
but still surprising us
with its all familiar beats
Like we hadn´t seen that turn before
a million times been down that road
Like the story was new to us
and not already had been told
A bottle and a glass
keeps all around in fear
So many broken dreams
so many nights in tears
But with a tidy house
and a pretty smile
maybee we can forget
at least for a little while?
