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Wild Viking
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Well, this world isn't a very easy place to exist in. In fact it's really hard. Just living a normal life is a great accomplishment, and not really normal at all. I used to work alot more than I do now, but since I've found a hobby and changed my life a bit, I think I'm much happier than I was when I worked like crazy.
I might not have as much money as I had before, but I manage (at least for now). There's a number of things I've started doing on my free time, besides going to the gym alot I have started reading and writing again.
The books are exercise litterature(
), books on anatomy and some novels for bedtime.
The writing part is what feels the best. There's so many things that get better once you get it down on paper.
This started out as a song, but nobody famous would sing it, so no easy money there either
.
Many live only for the money
When they really dont need any
Working both night and day,
Just waiting for the pay
But what is left in the end
Of the sweet life, my friend?
Knowing that you don't really need anything
Just feeling the unbelievable joy of being
Thats what I call the taste
Of honey
Capitals crocodiles
dark suits in light aisles,
All they see is just profit
As they snap "I own it!"
But what is left in the end
Of the sweet life, my friend?
To walk in a meadow with someone really warm,
When all is new and dewfresh after a thunderstorm
Thats what I call the taste
Of honey
Many forget to listen to their friends
And some don't listen, just pretends
Buy and sale are their song
-Like a mammon sing-along
But what is left in the end
Of the sweet life, my friend?
To listen to a voice a silent summer night,
The tone so warm, so trustful, so full of delight
Thats what I call the taste
Of honey
I might not have as much money as I had before, but I manage (at least for now). There's a number of things I've started doing on my free time, besides going to the gym alot I have started reading and writing again.
The books are exercise litterature(
The writing part is what feels the best. There's so many things that get better once you get it down on paper.
This started out as a song, but nobody famous would sing it, so no easy money there either
Many live only for the money
When they really dont need any
Working both night and day,
Just waiting for the pay
But what is left in the end
Of the sweet life, my friend?
Knowing that you don't really need anything
Just feeling the unbelievable joy of being
Thats what I call the taste
Of honey
Capitals crocodiles
dark suits in light aisles,
All they see is just profit
As they snap "I own it!"
But what is left in the end
Of the sweet life, my friend?
To walk in a meadow with someone really warm,
When all is new and dewfresh after a thunderstorm
Thats what I call the taste
Of honey
Many forget to listen to their friends
And some don't listen, just pretends
Buy and sale are their song
-Like a mammon sing-along
But what is left in the end
Of the sweet life, my friend?
To listen to a voice a silent summer night,
The tone so warm, so trustful, so full of delight
Thats what I call the taste
Of honey

