Ook maar weer eens eentje van mij dan.
Wel in het Engels natuurlijk, want ik ben zo godsgruwelijk slecht in het dichten in het Nederlands. Ach het is geen hoogstandje, maar ik dacht: 'Waarom niet?' Dus laat het maar horen.
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Realization.
We walk through our lives and see beginnings with no end,
remember past experiences and wonder what they meant.
Do we grow when we hurt, or does it make us fall behind?
We look for all the answers, but what do we want to find?
We sometimes miss the reason while we're looking for the rhyme.
And too often do we rush when all we really need is time.
'Cause our life just seems too precious to waste it all away.
We live blind to all the beauty we could see along the way.
Our life has more to offer than the goals we try to reach.
To see and hear and learn. To love, to feel, to teach.
With our destination reached, do we look back with regret?
Or remember all the wonders while welcoming our death?
Look around with eyes wide open, be amazed with all you see.
Try to realize to the full extent what it really means to be.
It's a chance of one in millions to be here on this earth.
Open up your heart and soul, and see just what it's worth.
The journey is worth more..
..than the destination.
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En er zit nog een moraal in ook!
Edit: Ik wist niet of ik de zinnen zo lang moest houden, or dat ik ze zou moeten knippen, maar dan zou ik 8 strofen krijgen en dat vind ik wel erg veel..