What's Left Of Past And Dust, ljóð frá 19. janúar 2025.

Let them have what's left of past and dust,

leave them fighting, made of stupid rust.

Only could my inner peace they find,

as my Buddha comes to show.

Underneath it all

even they must fall.

Climbing none or crumbling ever?

keep it there, this love will sever...

If I'll ever mind,

only could they teach me now to go.

 

Past is gone and people, family too,

pride in nothing? - Must you really do...?

Eve is showing emptiness and pain,

ever could we get it right?

Crushed when small will smile,

smiting all the guile.

Married woman more is needing,

maybe her own addict feeding.

Love and life in vain,

lonely without her my chilly night.

 

Did I love them? - Maybe girl of gleam?

Glacier, angry? So you let out steam...

Strong she wasn't, staying nowhere right,

stiff in poverty and gone.

So you see it's wrong,

someone wasn't strong.

Still you need them, crying, calling,

cuddling her and even falling...

Framework, that's the fight!

Further now and soul is tired, done!