FF 1-tje voor de internationale cultuur!!!

[iraterrorist75]

TRAIN-TRACKS

Life is hard, like the steel on my path,
i have to plough my way, through hateret and wrath.

Time after time, i seem to hit a wrong track,
and the pictures i create, develop with a crack.

Almost imperfect, that's how it should be,
have i asked for this life, 'i mean,' why me?

Trembling in my boots, as the train rolls by,
i reach and try to touch it, "is it a lie"?

As i look far ahead, on the end of the track,
there's a man waving his arms, signalling me to go back.

What does this all mean, the final act i've seen.
My future in a tea-cup could it be??


Met vriendelijke groet IRA t.

[iraterrorist75]

jullie mogen best wel antwoorden hoor , conjo's