Strong words make us wise
Make us wonrabal and spiritual
But fore how long?
What is words if the words don’t preoccupy us
The mind falter
The thoughts weaken
And eventually we loose something we believed in
Believed in fore three seconds
Maybe it became too heavy
To much to clarify
The lines where getting to obvious
Sow we return to what we know…
Ho really likes to question?
Do this life weigh up to my thoughts
To my dreams, my moral?
My anticipations...

I believe in there hard work is, and there people do something fore people less fortunate then they are, there is a worthy definition of ones character

Therese Herheim 11.04.06

Reviling us

We all want to be part of infinity to some extend
Seeing the everlasting panorama
We all want to be apart of something beautiful
We all want to know the road we take
We all want to be safe
And it’s a cliché
It’s the hidden agenda
But seeing the vision takes more then wanting
And happiness takes longer then the short cut
And the truth of our well-being or our unwell-being
That’s has grown beside the lifelines we have walked takes more then wanting more
And the truth always comes with the tide
When we are living our life wanting more
Not doing more
It comes when the wind whispers in our ears that spring is near
It comes on a rainy day
It comes on a sunny day to
And then a new time has find its way troth our blood wanes
It’s what we do with it that will define our character
Our strength
And when the birds sing something will make us hunger
Not really knowing what we where missing
Making you feel everything you desired
With secrets reviling themselves in the vestige of harts
Only feeling the changing course of life...
And then we cry because we realise we should have done more
And when we are at the end of our lives
When we are memorising of only being
We are hoping we did enough
And we are seeing secrets come to peace with our lifelines…
And the marks it has grown
Reviling us

Therese Herheim 04.04.06

This is your life

And you open the door and you step inside,
inside our harts

This is your life good to the last drop
It doesn’t get any better then this
This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time
This is no seminar its no regrind retreat
Where you are now you can’t even image what the bottom will be like
Only after disaster can we be resurrected
It’s only after you have lost everything that you’re free to do anything
Nothing ecstatic everything is abroad
Everything is falling apart
This is your life
It doesn’t get any better then this
This is your life
Spending one minute at a time

You are not your bank account
You are not the clothes you where
You are not the contents of your wallet
You are not your baud consular
You are not the car you drive

You have to give up
You have to realise that someday you will die
Until you know that you are useless

Taken from the Fight Club, Movie Soundtrack

Therese Herheim 01.04.06