Tomorrow

Sometimes I like to write something short, inspired by the excitement of what's to come. This piece was written a short while ago after just quitting a job in the alpes. Here's hoping it entertains you...



Tomorrow I will go snowboarding on the neige

Tomorrow I will go over the edge

Tomorrow I will fly through powder

Tomorrow I will make mountains cower
Drink rum and feel up boys'...


Tomorrow will be bright

I wont work at night

Tomorrow a frey

Tomorrow is another day

Travel Bug

Oh I caught you good
You little travel bug,
You crawl on my hand, tickling up and down
Your colourful spots
make me watch.

You crawl on my body
Up my nose
Through my eyes
My ear canals,
As channels to my inner compas
Directing me to new places.


You little travel bug, you got inside me,
I caught your lurgy,
I've got you now
And I don't know what to do.
(I wouldn't know without you).

You're a virus and you pull me
back in,
again and again.
You're a virus, a temptress
And it's me not letting go.







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