Demotivated

28 Friday Feb 2025

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The end of days in my head
a lot of strange thoughts spread
I can’t seem to think straight
who convinced me I could wait?

It’s a long way until the end
but things change
and it feels strange
it’s hard to follow the trend
it doesn’t feel right
It’s not day or night

Get me out of this loop
inside my head there’s a coup
it really isn’t all that bad
just wish I did not have that

All of the stress in one shot
Oh I wouldn’t drink
Let me just think
I do seem to overthink a lot
Yes! Slightly right!

Sweet Floyd
28.02.2025

Quietly Done

31 Friday Jan 2025

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I seek for peaceful environments that help me improve
no distractions shall push me away from what I want to do
and when bounded by the constraints I do not understand
I shall not lose temper or rise against just because I can

Things shall be handled in the most quiet way possible
even at times when it becomes unbelievably impossible
there shall be a way out for the obstacles to overcome
there shall be a way for the task at hand to be quietly done

Simple and quiet in my mind both go together ahead
though such is life that they are really really hard to get
it’s the ultimate goal for everything needed to be achieved
a formidable accomplishment as it is widely believed

Sweet Floyd
31.01.2025

Wrap Up

31 Tuesday Dec 2024

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Going back in time to reflect on some things
I realize I have forgotten about one or two
and I know it isn’t a game of pawns and kings
yet it feels annoying of having even more to do

The more you grow up the less time you got
I seem to realise this even more nowadays
whether working on a task or just playing a sport
there’s a clock inside you ticking in many ways

At the end of the year you sit back and reflect
the bar has risen and the jump is only just higher
as there’s more in your head you cannot neglect
make sure the weight doesn’t leave you a crier

Sweet Floyd
31.12.2024

Aera

28 Thursday Nov 2024

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A poem about death
a poem about beating death
a poem to turn into a song
a song that should be forty minutes long

Facing death and all its glory
it’s not my time yet
it’s not the end of my story
enough said
I ‘m not going to feel sorry for myself
I ‘m not dead yet!

This poem is alive
this poem will forever be alive
this poem will become a song
a song that will be forty minutes long

The news came in
I should get some therapy
everything is in the air now
I ‘ll get through this
I won’t back down

Sweet Floyd
28.11.2024

The Concert

03 Thursday Oct 2024

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Funny how things can turn out
travel all that far just to listen to live music
not much sleep and tired close to burnout
you suddenly feel younger and alive again

The feeling is really not like anything else
just being close to your childhood idol
something vitalizes you up at no expense
all you are waiting for is the music to begin

Oh the joy and amusement, a state of bliss
right now my all time favourite song begins
there’s really nothing to compare with this
totally worth all the trouble to get to it

Funny how things can turn out
waiting all my life to go to this concert
expecting to hear that guitar solo out
there’s no power, wait for another round

It wasn’t really great but it wasn’t bad either
we had a laugh and then forgot about it
clapped the hands to keep going further
a special moment after all, forever to remember

I am a teenager again, younger I ‘ll ever be
all this live music took me back in time
first and last one to watch and listen David play live
“Thank you very much indeed!” so right!

Sweet Floyd
03.10.2024

The Arrival

14 Saturday Sep 2024

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It’s been a month since she’s arrived
and it’s been strange yet beautiful
I wasn’t really so much surprised
as much as everyone expected to

There is always a struggle to change
not every time at the same level
this time I had my feelings to exchange
as the moment was so great

The great thing about this arrival
is that you have to immediately depart
it’s almost a matter of survival
as your previous life is now just the past

Sweet Floyd
14.09.2024

Neural Nostalgia Bliss

03 Saturday Aug 2024

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I think I ‘ve almost watched them all
my heroes performing live on stage
and maybe it’s time to turn the page

Neural nostalgia will bring me back
and perhaps make me happy again
even if I ‘m really happy by then

Looking forward for this to happen
it’s like waiting for an old friend to call
and laugh over silly things we recall

The middle of being young and old
feels I ‘ve reached that point with this
hope for neural nostalgia bliss

Let’s not get all that mellow though
things end and new things begin
the music though remains within

It will bring back you too some day
even for a moment it will hit your brain
the soundtrack of your life and all that may contain

Sweet Floyd
03.08.2024

Happy Place

28 Sunday Jul 2024

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The happy place is there
while not exactly a place
let’s just call it enivronment
that soon will have a new face

Funny how things turn out
heaven turned into hell
yet later hell turned into heaven
can you really tell?

Someone left the happy place
someone else will join soon
but someone is always there
the happy place is a boon

Sweet Floyd
28.07.2024

Waiting

03 Wednesday Jul 2024

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Waiting for change to happen
but not really all that much
perhaps enforce change to others
but not make it seem as such

Waiting for others to speak to me
as I don’t have the confidence to do so
I never thought it would be that hard
as I consider myself clever though

Waiting for my project to be done
then go out and waste my time
I never put the effort needed so
I think I ‘ve committed a crime

Waiting for the stress to leave me
I did not want to come at this point
and all the cool people around me
say I should smoke a joint

Waiting for myself to grow up
well in th nearest future at least
so I can prove what I can do
nothing, that is

Sweet Floyd
03.07.2024

Short

16 Tuesday Apr 2024

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It’s that time of the year
when you need more gear
and you don’t really need it
it’s just greed demanding to feed it

You are short of time and money
once again at the same spot honey
and now it’s the time to create
don’t you even try to sedate

Start now you need no plan
go wild and have some fun
will the creation be good or bad?
you really shouldn’t worry about that

Sweet Floyd
17.04.2024