UB boy’s mind wanders to good old times again. He must have been a boy that lived with its eyes closed until now. A boy that hardly takes or gives. At a family party he observes his cousins being so close together. Why doing all the complex thinking if all that cares is being happy together. Back to the Bourgeois way of living. No punk scenes at all.
Back to Bourgeois
Silence in this room, the room that isn’t mine. Time is in the atmosphere, I can feel it breathing. Memories of a little boy, a boy that lived his life with his eyes closed until now. And time went by. How I remember now the uncomplicated days. Protected from future, just playing the day. What would it be to have a boy that hardly takes or gives. Halve a year later. Invited at a family birthday-party. Observing the close relationship. Feeling humble, they really must be happy. Crowded in that room, the room that isn’t mine. The answer in the atmosphere. Back to bourgeois is a fact. The awareness off a grown up guy, a guy that tries to live, finally opening his eyes. And time is pausing. How I am aware of the complicated days. Attacked by future, clinging to the day. What would it be to be a guy that dares to give and take. Back to Bourgeois is a fact. A sentimental fact. Picking up the thread after so many years. It feels good however.