Markus Nylund

I talk too much But dont say enough Dont say anything Wear my masks So nobody can see The man i really wanna be What the fuck am i even saying now Clearly this poet thing Is not working out…

When you burn bright enough You will blind anyone Who gets too close Being enlightened is a lonely path But it’s the only way to conquer The darkness within And the chaos without

Its ok To be this way To not know What is going on Or what any of this means To be all these people Feeling invisible Its ok There is no you There is only creative flow Expressing itself Through…

Hostels are Shit magnets For the lost and lonely I talk too much But dont say enough I keep on forgetting To be the person i want to be I could be Sympathise through trivialities Afraid of Being cast out…

All cities are the same Shops and bars Tourists and trains You walk around Looking for something You walk through museums Sit through concerts Talk to the locals Stay in hostels Go to mcdonalds You never find anything Just another…

And just like that He snapped out of his misery Knew his path Found the way again It began with a connection An act of service He felt inspired again And although he was burning through his savings quickly He…