As you well know it doesn't breathe
in fame nor fiction,
doesn't breed
in frames and friction.

It is on top
of all
elusive
as the flop
we all
chase
before we trip and drop
over our skip and stop
shoelace.

Few will rise and all will fall.
Everyone will find their roof
and bash into their gravestone wall.

There are no answers behind the stone
you meet
only in yourself, when open, grown
the ability to greet
humility.

Big steps, small,
running wall to wall,
walking, still, standing tall,
still on, still strong, we don't have to speed up
we don't have to stall.
Big steps, big step, big steps, small.
Big step, small step, baby, crawl,
you don't have to run yet,
just give it your all.
Big step, big step, stepping, fall,
there's no need to cry,
there's no need to brawl.
We can try again, yes, we try
and give our all.

Het is in doen dat ik
rust zal vinden, niet
het afmaken, afkraken, maar
bezig zijn aan
duidelijke taken.

Ik voel en denk
en schenk mezelf meer
wanneer ik beweer
te zeer te voelen en te denken, toen,
in plaats van het nu allemaal te doen.

Ik heb geluk dat ik voor jou
mag zorgen, jou mag sussen,
jouw tranen aan mijn mouw
mag vegen en je wangen kussen.

Je brengt me weg en tilt me op en
lacht, grofweg, met de helft van al mijn moppen.
Als ik het ooit nog ver mag schoppen,
heb ik dat aan jou te danken.

Jij bent water, jij bent rotsen,
houdt me vast als ik weer dreig te botsen,
houdt me tegen als ik op wil geven,
houdt mijn drijf en veer in leven.

Wij zijn samen alles wat zou mogen,
meer zelfs en nog lang niet uitgevlogen.

I have dreams and so it seems
that I am done for.
I am lost for words and so it hurts
to say that I'll be gone for
quite some time.

I wish it all went slower fast,
I wish I could choose however long
anything could last.
My vision, though horribly wrong,
will always be crooked
regardless of the song,
regardless of in or out my bubble.

Therefore I will forever be
at least a bit
in trouble.

Something bothers
so I dig,
something others
see as big
might not be
the same for me.

Power lies
somewhere in between
what's not and is
able to and seen.

The why's are not what they might seem,
are not as tall as you might think.
The reason is always on the brink
of defeating purpose in a race,
of being discovered. Yet when you
deem it less in value, all will fall back into place.

What it takes to make us two
is unknown. I have no clue
of what to do.

What it takes to return for more
is hidden, has no core.
It changes and divides.
It looks up and it hides,
it has a knack for messing up insides.

Sometimes all’s too much to handle,
all’s too heavy to carry
and you worry about finding someone you can marry.
Light a candle, light your heart,
there’s more in there, even if unclear its touch.

There’s something out there that will never feel too much.