My dream of extraordinary people
Ruins my faith in the world and me
And met a dead end on the road
I assumed I’d be there before all staled
Before the turn of the tide, but I failed
I had my hopes packed up
Inside the archive of my brain
Strong enough to break
I cherished my dreams of a better time
But when the nightingale sang away flew my life
The stolen kiss had come too late
One flew open like a can of beer
Drunken by the tunes of your society
Sang by all the girls of this pinkish fakir
Buy me a wig oh buy me a scarf
I’ll be your righteous Shakespeare
Hold your heart near little man
Little man with your tiny dreams, what brought you here?
Kick the reason off it’s feet and sing with me
About our friends in the forest
Beneath the whispering trees of anxiety
I’ll take you there little man
Take one step and grab my hand
We’ll see what is in store for us
Oh Lord oh we shall see
What’s in store besides the pin-up hooker at the bar?
Besides the atheist, the alchemist
And dirty thoughts pain drove too far?
Oh mother of my misbehaviour
Won’t you kick me to the graveyard
Where all is equal and all are fair
I’ll leak the snitch, the whistleblower
I’ll lead him into dawn
I’ll search again in silence there
And be there when I’m gone
(Toch maar even een Engels gedicht... kan ik toch net iets beter mijn creativiteit in kwijt
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