The routes aren't hindered and blocked,
the day is bright, not a door is locked,
but we stay inside, we keep it warm,
far away from pleasure, from harm,
done by watching nature's prize winners,
marked with a name like a sinners.

Frightening first dinners, first phases, stages
before love, times of uncertainty and pages,
filled with risky bets and treatening wagers.
Talk to me, stop talking, care, stop caring,
doing things I never said myself to be daring.
Impulse by passion or handling with quick notions,
the fearless, fiercely feeling of certain emotions,
those I hoped on whilst creating.

If things are right, no fear involved, I dread
the loss of everything I once thought I had,
while it was just simple dating.

In vain, I lived, in vain I'll die, waiting.

I'm like your little teddy bear, you
dragged me around whenever I was
needed. Now I'm not, I'm hidden from
your sight. When something wasn't right

you held me, cried and told the tales.

I'm like the pet dog you had for a while
we would walk and run, mile after mile,
when done, you'd talk about a girl of somewhere
I don't know. Now you're on vacation.

I feel like the lice that needed your hair and then you shaved.
Or more like the used tissue when you watched a movie about charlie.
I'm like the old and rusty bike after the cyclist bought a harley.
Or the surfboard and the flagpole and the kitten you saved.
I could think I misbehaved or craved
too much attention.
Sightless pozzo, I'm your lucky. How unfortunate my fear is greater.

I'd listen all the time and open up, tell a rhyme and fill a cup
with sublime wines from another country.

I used to be quiet, did not feel the need to share,
now I'm bursting with emotions, places where
my mind can rest, should have been with you,
somewhere in a cosy nest.

This lousy world with lousy people, lousy conversations,
lousy remarks and lousy relations,
stop this pain, end it now, or save my life and renew a vow
of dedication.

I have to write in my diary,
I have to tell someone what's going on
I have to watch a motion picture
I have to finish tasks for French and Dutch.

Having written, having told, it's gone,
having watched and having finished, priory
fruits in life start growing, how to pass a stricture,
because a girl out there, forever unknowing, simple touch,
is so cryptic, close to crime.
I hate time.

Show me the light
show me the way
ensure me,
tell me fears will fade away
and these moments, passed
will always stay
a part of me and you

Forever parted since a day
of which we both know
it didn't go
as planned.
You keep quiet when I talk
but follow when I walk
away.

It is no code the be decoded,
nothing unloaded, faithfully exploded.
or no cherry to be picked in the heat
of a summer spree.
Soft and tender, sensual, complete
me.

Dogs start barking, whistling strangers,
passed, tell me that my time has come,
however young I was or fast it went numb.
Horses all over are tied to their mangers.

Two men escorting an other, grabbing
his neck-piece, rapidly and furious. Run
before the dark is here, run from stabbing
criminals and switchblades or a harmless gun.

The mist has found its way and clouds
have no secrets for this place. Droplets of
glorious rain make paces lower and a dove
hide. Some higher some fly in massive crowds.

The growth cannot be contained or laid still.
I'm held here, in a dark depression, against my will.

With every loss he builds another wall
with every downbeat he beats himself up
with every song he adds he cries and lies all
will be fine.

He says he will not, knows he isn't, heard she doesn't,
the glass through which you look at me is made of pity,
the shoes I wear are less witty, my comments on ways.

I could walk an eternity of infinities, times ahead of
plans, working, divided by the times I've mocked myself,
nothing left.