When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle. Then I realised God doesn’t work that way, so I stole one and prayed for forgiveness.
There is a place. Like no place on Earth. A land full of wonder, mystery, and danger! Some say to survive it: You need to be as mad as a hatter. Which luckily I am.
I ungdomens ljusa soliga vår, när världen dej tjusar och lockar, se upp på din stig, se var du går, se efter vilka rosor du plockar.
Där faller ännu ett år sönder till små minnen, alla dagar blir igår, men av dagarna som går, ska jag fylla varje timme.