you do damage to yourself

it´s the art of self destruction

you do bad things to yourself

you´ve been submitted to seduction

still it´s you and no one else

you invent the situations

you do damage to yourself

and you always reap frustration

harvests comes from planting seeds

it´s the art of agriculture

mustard doesn´t grow on trees

beauty doesn´t grow on vultures

now your field is full of weeds

and your mind has been polluted

still you know that certain needs

won´t be constantly refuted

where´s the spark you had inside?

where´s the fuel, the ram, the scapegoat?

were you taken for a ride?

are you really such a turncoat?

you betrayed what you held dear

and it left you isolated

you are bold but you should fear

you remain disorientated

LARZ GUSTAFSSON February 28, 2009