To The World

Am I living on a dream 'cause all is less than it could be?
Yet it unravels poetry
In my deepest me
I am always in between
It somehow cuts my self esteem
Looking at the horizon
A colourful sunset of hope, says
Spread your spirit — and send your
Songs to the world
Words to be heard
Send your love to be felt
For a life that brings us home
I want to be faster than I am
Keep getting stuck in a traffic jam
And I’m yelling at cars stopped ahead
Coming home way too late
On the table a lonesome plate
With a note: «I've gone to bed»
Looking at the horizon
Gazing at the moonlit sky
Spread your spirits — and send your
Songs to the world. Words to be heard
Your love to be felt. For a life that brings us home