When the ancient legends die

all the piled up dreams end.

We already see this trend.

Don’t you tell me no lie.

When there are no dreams

the greatness forever is gone

and the ignorance has won.

So it nowadays seems.

Fortunately I have ’em in my back.

I heard the stories as a young male.

Now I bring ’em to my wife.

We carry ’em in our rucksack

‘cause they are nowhere for sale.

The legends are our tickets to life.

© Kjell Åhsberg