Again there's a wall,
a wall allready climbed,
a top yet reached,
an obstacle long gone,
but still,
right in front of me.
Looking around me,
seeing the same thing each day,
a pattern once more clear,
looking for my joy lost in the crowd,
wondering who took it.
I wake up in a hole,
opening my eyes,
looking for the rope,
the rescue from the past,
refusing to realise,
I'm lost again.
Stone meets my hand,
accepting my anger,
yet feeding my frustration.
Question rising out a black whole,
Was it all useless,
is it all useless?
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Godver hij was best goed maar toen had ik geen naam voor de topic ingevuld en toen was ie weg

, heb geprobeerd te typen wat er stond maar wist het niet meer, dees is best wel verneukt in vergelijking Kanker pcs!.