Poetry, it keeps me alive
And the morning air
At half past five
The stars or skies
Locked in a stare
Somebody please tell me
I have arrived
Lonely roads are not solitary
When your mind is made up
Like an attacking military
Gravel trucks and shore crew workers
Coffee zaps the zombies
Newly wary
The path has been cleared for me
By generations of loving labourers
And bustling honey bees
The future has been opened by sages
Who've stood up after being
Thrown down to their knees
To be alive is to thrive under adversity
To be awake is to be wedded to reality
To be strong is to be trained by the galaxy
To be unfake is to be
Motivated by
L - O - V - E
~ Gunnar Våken
