Morning life

Early morning, morning sounds

are coming from the woods

I’m driving in my car, listening

to music

set against the morning quiet;

It’s loud, it's keeping me awake,

the deafening noise of hard rock worship –

Along the narrow, winding roads

Along the western fjords –

on my way to work, the day

has just begun

I am a happy man

In the sky a plane appears

out of the blue

A flying aircraft, metal vehicle

of plenty powers –

carrying inhabitants

so far away from here

What are you thinking, all you people,

sitting in your flying seats, high above the ground?

Are you drinking coffee, reading papers,

wiping eyes, withdrawing every piece of night?

Are you happy?

I wonder –

Are you happy…

Then their gone, I’m by myself again,

and the road leads

further on

towards my day, towards my life –

No one will ever know about

the meeting on the road,

it’s like it never happened –

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