Sometimes one just must write
About tension
To light up
Things
About the non-comprehension
Of one's small and simple life
Strong, sad eyes
And some fingers short
Reveal
There's no room for commitment
No fund
To pay for extra rent
To make a life time deal
No complaining
But too much protection
Allows only this evil tension
And there's no other way
To stop or feel
So much love I see-
It seems to be my duty
To see
Beauty
Alone and in all
Is it too much?
Too overruled to grab it
Why not within me?
WW15-9-2008
maandag 15 september 2008
(So therefore we have a keyboard)
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