I spilled some words
and they came rushing
as horses, knights in hordes,
as blood, gushing.

Now that I am sleeping less,
I am finally well-rested.

Het is slaapwelletjes geweest.
Het groeten is het meest
rustgevend, stuiterend, springlevend
wanneer je eigenlijk stil moet zijn.
Probeer te kalmeren. Drink wat wijn.
Ik zal ze decanteren.

In mijn roes verwijder ik de platenhoes,
die grijze, voel ik me gevoelloos
op comfortabele wijze.

Are you sensitive? Are you a tad
nervous, maybe? I am glad
you are aware, pleased that
you do dare participate.

Tell me, are you crazy,
are you out of your mind?
Tell me, are you lazy,
well-hearted, are you kind?

Why are you struggling to keep up the pace?

Probably because you're juggling while trying
to tie your shoelace.

We are grey
we are mad
we are prey
and working had
better make us
more than we are now
grey, a bore, a big fat money cow.

Filled with nonsense,
spilled through carrying
out orders, skipping borders,
collecting hoarders,
marrying for money,
working for the sweet
sweet honey.

Remembering moments, days
of birth, resembling collecting
anything of worth, resurrecting
old, navigating new in ways
to keep it fresh of taste,
to sit down and discuss
your day without haste
yet still creating fuss
around the stories, tales
you've heard before with more details.