The Underground

Petter D
1 min readAug 28, 2020

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The Old Guitarrist by Pablo Picaso

So much stuff I left behind, and so many things I have denied.
Could you come with me? I’ll show you the world, Underground.

I’m not going to leave you on the ground. I only want to show you the Underground. I’m ready for the second round. The Underground.

Speed up your car, and make it ring because the Underground could be a dream. We together can do anything in Underground.

Cigarette lights in the dark, and don’t be sad. Please, don’t be shy.
Everything will be alright. The Underground.

It’s poetry from yesterday.
A lot of fun running through my veins, and my heart is beating so fast. I only want good memories to last.

Every time I’m here, I’m in love with the melody, the Underground sounds like angels singing in the sky.

It’s the world I know, and it’s the place I found a home.
Will you come with me?
If so, don’t look back, we’re on our way.
The Underground is the place for us, my babe.

Underground.

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Petter D
Petter D

Written by Petter D

“…And then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that’s not enough, what is enough?” — Vincent van Gogh