Ulla

Living here no paradise, never makes the news, why try being nice, might as well be space, a useless sea and moon, KFC junk on our plate, we need a better life, no matter what we do, many lapse in silence, will our wail resonate, take us past the Blues, if we look far away, beyond at big horizonzs, morning sometimes rue, blame the sodium lights, something to create, thunder our turpitude, not packed in crates, home's no easy sight, in w search for truth, to dance before we die, searching for youth.