Coming up for air
The pain in my chest is worsening
I’m craving for oxygen
Thinking that no one can hear me
leaves shivers of panic and dread
Sometimes still waiting and hoping,
sometimes giving in to despair
It is hard to picture one breaking the surface
when you're stuck and getting nowhere.
I can see your boats from down under
like scattered toys in a sunny pool
I find it hard to belive I'll ever join you,
and that your shiny world is for me too.
I grope and stumble in darkness
dragged down by thoughts and fears
oh brothers leave me a rope to cling to
I’m coming up for air
Ivar Bakke
