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I'm older, I'm tired, and it shows. I'm slighty cynical, very sensitive, questioning everything I've ever done A midlife crisis, you could suppose. In a week of 7 days Somehow I muster strength for a few good things I'm still a dreamer (and I'm not the only one) But disappointment, no answers, bad experiences sting And yet I don"t want to change I miss the peace and purity of heart But not the naivety and being played and endless trying I like that I'm more street smart So I am stuck, not better sometimes bitter not here neither there I think I've moved on, only to find I'm back at square one Sometimes gasping for air At times even this glass half empty is glass half full I believe everyone comes to a standstill I believe it's utterly necessary to go back to the drawingboard To get wisdom, capacity and to be filled. I'm older, I'm tired, and it shows. However, with God this may be a new beginning. Who knows?
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Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 2:12 PM UTC
This is 37 - Chandre De Wet
I'm older, I'm tired, and it shows. I'm slighty cynical, very sensitive, questioning everything I've ever done A midlife crisis, you could suppose. In a week of 7 days Somehow I muster strength for a few good things I'm still a dreamer (and I'm not the only one) But disappointment, no answers, bad experiences sting And yet I don"t want to change I miss the peace and purity of heart But not the naivety and being played and endless trying I like that I'm more street smart So I am stuck, not better sometimes bitter not here neither there I think I've moved on, only to find I'm back at square one Sometimes gasping for air At times even this glass half empty is glass half full I believe everyone comes to a standstill I believe it's utterly necessary to go back to the drawingboard To get wisdom, capacity and to be filled. I'm older, I'm tired, and it shows. However, with God this may be a new beginning. Who knows?
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Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 2:12 PM UTC
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