here am i

across the room

not even worth a glance

you like young

goodlooking guys

so i wouldn´t stand

a chance

and even if i would

i´m far too shy

to say a word

i´m just no good

this situation is absurd

i am forced to live my life

in this old straitjacket

overpowered by pain

caused by the passion i can´t get

if i ever had a love shack

it is full of worms

love is like a one way street

and it´s always on their terms

i´m like some illiterate

and i can´t read my lines

i can feel the chill of insight

climbing up my spine

i´ve received my sentence

there´s no mercy anymore

love went on and on until

it found an open door

LARZ GUSTAFSSON  October 26, 2008