Hier is ek, vyf en vyftig jaar oud, met geen antwoord
hoekom is ek hier en waarheen gaan ek na die dood
wat het my lewe nou eindelik beteken;
en wie is bevoeg om daai som te bereken?
is daar n hel en n hemel, reinkarnasie of nirvana
al die interaksie, die gesukkel, die daaglikse drama
christen, moslem, boedhis, ateis of jood
almal soek iets om aan te roep in hul nood
wie is reg en wie is verkeerd; hoekom weet ons so min
duisende gedagtes, geen tyd om die rede te ontgin
soms huiwer die antwoord vir n oomblik waar my diepste gedagtes woon
en net voor ek dit kan aangryp en verstaan vervaag dit soos in n droom
en los my met niks, die eindelose sirkel, om en om
en die dooies is stom

Where do I end and where do you begin?
And how do I define the space in-between?
I breathe out and you breathe in..
yet we still believe we are separate beings
Does our thoughts just stay here?
Or does it go out and create our reality
If so, then we are responsible for our own destiny.
In our everlasting search for meaning -
For truth, reason and understanding;
I look into your eyes; and you look into mine
And who do we see, but only the Divine

In die stilte van die nag word ek wakker en luister vir Sy stem.
Here! Antwoord my asseblief, ek wil U so graag ken!
Maar al wat ek **** is die kriek in die gang.
En trane van teleurstelling; koud op my ****.

The devil on my right shoulder
asked the angel on my left shoulder
to meet behind my back
now there is a general lack
of any kind of sensible advice
it’s like those two just throw a dice
and then whisper in my ear
whatever it is they want me to hear
both suddenly on the same team
and I am on my own, it seems

Liefie, wat gaan aan met Isak?
vandat julle terug is lyk hy so bek af.
Wat het gebeur daar op die berg;
het jy hom nou weer genadeloos geterg?

Die kind lyk asof sy lip op die grond hang
en as jy hom n hoek kom, lyk hy skoon bang.
Ek **** ons moet die sielkundige bel
laat hy bietjie uitvind wat die kind knel.

Nee! se Abraham skielik baie benoud:
as Sarah moet uitvind, ril hy koud.
Later om n hoek gryp hy Isak aan sy nek
Wys vir hom die mes en se:  JY hou jou bek!

We all someday have to die
And leave our loved ones wondering why
And we pretend surprise
At the throw of the dice
When in fact all we feel is relieve
That it is not us who had to leave

People to see, places to go
Lives to live, money to make
And always something to do
All an illusion everything fake

Quickly tweet your latest brilliant idea
Facebook status – *** I just had tea!
And all your thousands of online friends
Press like and share the latest trends

But all too soon the end is near
No money could buy you more life
And suddenly you are consumed with fear
For everything you did was a waste of time