November -

Is this all there is?

I aim the question to you all

But you have not answered this

You’re working nine to five, you ache from inside

And you’re tired, have some coffe, then you’re tired again

And it’s the small victories, a ballpoint pen that’s new

The feeling of the cold and how it never broke through

A scournful smile that never came

Someone new who walks past you and doesn’t look away

Let’s travel to another continent

Help out at a hospital

Or what ever it is they do

Our heads feels like we do and something

Make up for every time we never did anything

What good would I be dizzy at the sight of blood

I would take a notepad and lie still useless in the mud

I guess I would be useless wherever I would be

I aim that to you all and I heard no one disagree