finding the needle

finding the needle

Finding the needle

Sit by my side in the small garden
with

Tall trees that cast shadows and
cools the summer

Just sit there at my side and let
me narrate

My story, how a poor boy from a
Nordic country

Ended up in the interior that has
no sea.

From seaman to poet, and yes how
they laughed when

I drunk recited my poems to an
audience of fools

Who didn`t see how exploited they
were

From ship to ship I was always
fired it was the drink

You see, or that was what they
said.

So many harbours and the sat in
bars by the docks

While I went up town to see reality
and not the whores

And cheap drink drowning in
sentimental music

Somehow I was always disappointed I
didn`t belong

And was a rudderless ship drifting
in the ocean of life?

You do not understand but hear the
pain I suffered

Not belonging to anyone. Freedom is
challenging, and

honestly doesn`t give you friends,
so just hold my hand

and let me rattle on till it’s time
for tea