People are constantly living their lives in the battle with time.
Meanwhile I am bounded by the mightiness of loving hate.
And hateful love.
We’re slipping away in the past of days.
Slipped in to usefulness fighting.
A silly war we declared.
Once upon a time.
Egoistically driven by our egocentric beings.
The path true the colorful lanes.
Once made for us. For our journey.
As i am your son. And you’re my mother.
We cannot pass them to the open doors at the end.
The lanes on our way to salvation.
Meanwhile sleep has become the cousin of our death.
The battlefield of our broken dreams are full of the shattered glass we’ve left behind.
We lost grip of the bound we’ve been given by nature.
The bound of our life. One for you, one for me. But neither you nor me could see the value of it.
When I’ve been laid down in your lap as a little boy.
I once cried for you.
A little innocent boy.
An open world in my sight.
The light of an early life that was once ment to be ours.
When my father drove his car to the hills where people fought a stupid war.
To live peacefully with eachother. Human beings.
A heavenly place called earth.
Safe and harmless we’ve been.
Still the crosses stand beside us, row on row.
But the larks in the skies doesn’t sing no more.
Where i laid my hart down .
Growing like a poppy in the wind of our endless during war.
Will our love ever grow again?
Will we ever stand beside?
Only time will give an answer.
To be bound again.
Like a mother to her child.
Like child to his mother.
(Thomas Haghenbeek) (c) For my mother and my family, victims of a failed relationship.