In the streets of Stockholm,
I dance as a child,
undisturbed and solely free,
Surrounded by the tragedy of the city,
no money in my non-existing pockets,
but I’m rich, Cause I have no pain and no anxiety.
Some don’t understand,
I don’t mind.
My hunger for life justifies risk,
I was born reckless,
Outside influences compel me to behave appropriately.
A buzzing noise in my membrane made me blaze my own trail,
That’s how I discovered the holy grail,
There’s no more need to drive fast,
or go really long distances.
I found me, just by being free.
Photography by Knut Koivisto
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