Binnenkort word jij geboren,
een jongensneusje, mond en oren
op een hoofdje lief en zacht,
onwetend van het ochtendgloren
en jullie gedeelde pracht.

Wat je ook nog niet kan weten,
is *** geliefd je nu al bent
ondanks toekomstige kreten
en dat niemand je al kent.

En *** zou dat ook, je moet
jezelf nog leren, jezelf nog ontmoeten
en de wereld nog begroeten.

Zodra ik je niet meer op mijn ene arm kan
dragen, weet je waar je heen kan met je
verwondering en mysterieuze vragen.

Love is scary,
not like betting,
a lot less dreary
and in a nicer setting.

It still is frightening
because of chance,
to lose this enlightening
essence called romance.

Once you have it,
you won't need more,
just can't go without it,
you know you're hooked right to the very core.

It can be polished, hidden, in frames and cuts
and boxes with lots of shining glimmer,
seemingly untouchable.
A simple cold could make it all grow dimmer,
simmering through the stems,
the second you lose these nuts,
your uncut gems.

What are dreams
when viewed as gateways
for those who hate days
and wish to escape to what seems
instead of their reality?

Tools of destruction, distinctive
from seductive safe havens
yet in short term not at all distinct.

What are dreams when seen
as just that, without having to lean
on pillows, nights and slumber?
Every trip is just a number.

Bring me home, bring me there
where I do not have autonomy,
where all I do is lie and nurture
and repair, somewhere I don't have to care
for others, me and melancholy.

Take me where it's right to say,
I'll follow, you can lead the way.
Would that be bliss or ignorance?
Wait, isn't that the same?

Leave me stretched about in nature's
clouds of wavy strands and teach
me how to stumble through the sand,
show me how to meet the beach
halfway through de land.

There are no shorelines in our minds,
there is no white or black,
knowing all these different kinds
may exist together, is something many lack.

Today you can be happy
by working every day
you can be happy now.

It's not easy, being breezy,
the inconvenience of not being ******.

Sure the bads are there, the negatives, the minuses.
They'll float about, trying to kick
your senses out.

But there are pluses everywhere,
waiting to be found
by you.
And when all the minuses are ganged up on
by pluses
they're a lot less scary.

It's about what you want
and are
willing to do
to be
come
with yourself
let you guide you
to be better than you
and still you.

It's not that hard to do.

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.