Not caring for reality demands
in a ordinary world
that doesn’t understand
that we're supposed to live adventurous
and be on the lookout for the treacherous
while being high on the cliff of danger
Why not take a chance in the darkest alleys
buy a ticket to uncharted journeys
and let the eyes on the dice
be the guidance
beyond uncertainties
that will forever improve our possibilities
Unshackle the fear and aim for the moon
get high on your own lovin' tune
take my hand and we're off for good
leaving behind
those who never understood
the completion of our souls
as we're heading into the sun.
Poetry by Lasse Wikström
YOU ARE READING
THE QUIET LOVE WE MADE
PoetrySoundless is the pull towards your loving grace. A magnetic force of love that my heart can’t escape.
