Loss of control

Loss of control

where is the self-respect

we do not intentionally

the people provoked

be at any

is better margarine or butter

major, minor, or blues

Finland rings.

Only to have faith in your friends

love between,

I am here to make the trip

in the province of Karelia

rhymes I mixed the uproar soup

it might be a moment to stand

tomorrow.

Finnish maiden, I am asked

writing competition

I do not know right where

being where you go.

Is a very floating refugee

which floats on the ferry to Finland

through the clouds.

Do we understand

what it's like to be homeless,

and what it feels like when your own

people living under a spruce?

We do not have any wise men of humanity,

not the spirit of the giants.

Sometimes I think of as a man,

between the woman only

which is full of heart

I understand what it is

be the North Karelian

is just the same whether I am male or female.

Unemployment is harder here

than the rest

too many people decide their lives

hanging with string or a skull with ball.

Perhaps better would be to stay elsewhere

but I feel the home of the fabric

the fir trees lovingly whispers, and its

that well in Joensuu

write poetry I guess.

It is requested me to politics

According to but there can not be
defected to get one.
I have decided to stay on this side of
the fence where the writers freedom of speech
defend this side of the fence.