Just me, my mind and the silence
All alone with no one an alliance
What to do – what to say- where to go
Standing in a crowd having an all-time low

Even if I move away very, very far
Even if you solve my problems whatever they are
Even if I lie in your arms every dark long night
Even all that won’t make everything all right

I can try and run but from my soul I cannot hide
Eventually caught in the blinding light
Of awareness of something greater than me
Trying to break through – forcing me to see

Someday I will have life all figured out
I will know what my destiny is about
But not tonight, tonight I am all alone
Slowly feeling my heart turn to stone

We all someday have to die
And leave our loved ones wondering why
And we pretend surprise
At the throw of the dice
When in fact all we feel is relieve
That it is not us who had to leave

People to see, places to go
Lives to live, money to make
And always something to do
All an illusion everything fake

Quickly tweet your latest brilliant idea
Facebook status – *** I just had tea!
And all your thousands of online friends
Press like and share the latest trends

But all too soon the end is near
No money could buy you more life
And suddenly you are consumed with fear
For everything you did was a waste of time

Liefie, wat gaan aan met Isak?
vandat julle terug is lyk hy so bek af.
Wat het gebeur daar op die berg;
het jy hom nou weer genadeloos geterg?

Die kind lyk asof sy lip op die grond hang
en as jy hom n hoek kom, lyk hy skoon bang.
Ek **** ons moet die sielkundige bel
laat hy bietjie uitvind wat die kind knel.

Nee! se Abraham skielik baie benoud:
as Sarah moet uitvind, ril hy koud.
Later om n hoek gryp hy Isak aan sy nek
Wys vir hom die mes en se:  JY hou jou bek!

In die stilte van die nag word ek wakker en luister vir Sy stem.
Here! Antwoord my asseblief, ek wil U so graag ken!
Maar al wat ek **** is die kriek in die gang.
En trane van teleurstelling; koud op my ****.

Every place I go; there I am,
doesn't matter how far I ran.
I look into the mirror;
and there is my killer -
contemplating
Every place I go; there I am -
waiting

Hier is ek, vyf en vyftig jaar oud, met geen antwoord
hoekom is ek hier en waarheen gaan ek na die dood
wat het my lewe nou eindelik beteken;
en wie is bevoeg om daai som te bereken?
is daar n hel en n hemel, reinkarnasie of nirvana
al die interaksie, die gesukkel, die daaglikse drama
christen, moslem, boedhis, ateis of jood
almal soek iets om aan te roep in hul nood
wie is reg en wie is verkeerd; hoekom weet ons so min
duisende gedagtes, geen tyd om die rede te ontgin
soms huiwer die antwoord vir n oomblik waar my diepste gedagtes woon
en net voor ek dit kan aangryp en verstaan vervaag dit soos in n droom
en los my met niks, die eindelose sirkel, om en om
en die dooies is stom

The devil on my right shoulder
asked the angel on my left shoulder
to meet behind my back
now there is a general lack
of any kind of sensible advice
it’s like those two just throw a dice
and then whisper in my ear
whatever it is they want me to hear
both suddenly on the same team
and I am on my own, it seems

even though i have tears in my eyes
i bit my tongue and said nothing
even though i tasted blood in my mouth
i cast my eyes down and said nothing
but yesterday i bought a gun
that is how crazy i have become
today i did not clean the house or cooked food
this will get you in a really bad mood
but for once i do not give a ****
waiting for the doors grand slam
to announce the master of my demise
my husband, but actually the devil in disguise
oh what a surprise await you my dear
for the first  time in your life you will learn fear
you will beg while you spill tears like a flood
you will beg while you taste your own blood
and you will never again see the sun rise
and i will not ever again have to listen to your lies

even though i have tears in my eyes
i bit my tongue and said nothing
even though i tasted blood in my mouth
i cast my eyes down and said nothing
but yesterday i bought a gun
that is how crazy i have become
today i hired a man to dig a hole six feet deep
told him i am going to start a compost heap
now i am sitting on the love swing in the back yard
close to the compost hole in which you will do your part
for the garden I am going to create in the next year
hurry home my dear

Life is a game and the game is called Monopoly
you almost always envy someone else's property.
Life is a game and the game is called Chess
sacrifice the Queen and the King can't care less.
Life is a game and the game is called Hide and Seek
you hid who You really are and then believe you are weak.
Life is a game and the game is called Boomerang
everything you think or wish comes back with a bang.
Life is a game and the game is called Solitaire
It is going to be lonely but shuffle the cards if you dare.

Life is a game and the winner is He who does not play.

Where do I end and where do you begin?
And how do I define the space in-between?
I breathe out and you breathe in..
yet we still believe we are separate beings
Does our thoughts just stay here?
Or does it go out and create our reality
If so, then we are responsible for our own destiny.
In our everlasting search for meaning -
For truth, reason and understanding;
I look into your eyes; and you look into mine
And who do we see, but only the Divine