the motorcycle city
muscle men
parading in the streets
children are happy
with their hot dogs
and their weekly
bags of sweets
i rule the ruins
of my empire
with my own iron fist
the words from my lips
may be harsh but they
are longing to get kissed


the sun is shining
and the sky above
is absolutely blue
i\' m still reminded
of the things that
i am not allowed to do


i may have had my seasons
in the sun
but is that all there is?
there must be other worlds
out there somewhere
and more to life than this

the royal priesthood
is a privlege
and so is being saved
but certain circumstances
make me dream
about an early grave
i wasn\' t left with any
guarantees
i\' m clinging to my gifts
apart from blessings
all that they can be
is a temporary lift

LARZ GUSTAFSSON May 3, 2008