Poetry time
In the middle of the night, under the influence of alcohol, the Masters poet sense comes to life:
I saw you in the middle of the night,
Fighting my emotion was an impossible fight,
All i wanted was you and me watching the morning light
I wanted you to my lifes chance
but instead I just got struck by a sharpened lance
thus completlely ruining my stance.
You and I have could have walked through life so strong,
sharing and emotion so burning and long
But instead something went horribly wrong.
We where sitting at the shore watching the stars
Trying to forget all of our lives former scars
But unfortunately we could not climb our internal bars
Instead we are sitting by all alone
helplessly staring at the phone
waiting for the things which we postpone
Life it seems while never be fair,
but at least take the chance and climb the stair,
so we at last can reach the lovers lair.
// Mastern
