Sleepers.

Elevate the elevated,
forget about the ground sleepers
and dusty children,
they never get to see the sun.

Crown the crowned kings,
let queens eat slavemade soup.
And their pockets are filled with gold.
We still laugh, and live for the pun.

Mixed messages, mixed breeds,
who’s to blame, where do we go.
There is no one but I
and there is still You
So, what comes first
and what comes second?

Can we dance, haul, beg
freeze, breathe, feel,
jump, fight, love,
and with it enter chaos?
When there is no calm,
no balance, no order,
no content bellies, minds
and hearts?

Where does this go,
the crooked path,
the crooked back,
on which I carry my burdens.

And yours as well.

Sometimes we find someone,
or sometimes we get stuck.

Either way, in this moment,
we are bound. So, good luck!

I forget.
And fall.

I once used to…
stand tall.

So have we all.

Sleepers.

Line Svendsen

Joined August 2008

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Ramblings from a sleepyhead. We always cherish the ones on top, because they are before all eyes. The ones standing in the shadows are silent warriors. But we all live and do our daily business. Too bad someone can shine without being seen. Or maye it’s just an illusion.
I dunno. Meh.

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