these clouds of desire
obscure my horizon
they come uninvited
they´re violent like tyson
i tried to escape them
i managed for a while
i didn´t forsake them
so they´re back
to cramp my style


hopeless fascination
like a cross that i must bear
hatered and frustration
aggravation and despair
it´s the same procedure
like a ritual repeated
one more pleasant failure
once again i´ve been defeated


this huge jet black shadow
the worst of all eclipses
suddenly appears just
like a lurking jack the ripper
much too partial to that certain
magic illustration
there and went and stumbled in
to your illumination


time to observe
if you´ve got the nerve
you´ll get what you deserve
the road is full of curves
time to desert
time to be alert
or to get hurt
what´s it really worth?


LARZ GUSTAFSSOn
September, 2007