Cast [kast, kahst]
1. v. To throw or hurl something; fling: We cast our desires or ambitions into a river called life. 2. v. To shed or discard: We cast away our struggles and fears which eventually subside into the shallows of our shores. 3. n. A slight trace of color; a tinge: Although the cast of the sunrise upon the river’s edge leads us to a new-fangled dawn, it takes us away from our fate set by the current. 4. n. The form in which something is made or constructed; the arrangement: The cast of the river’s scenery is stowed up as memories so we can reminisce on the features later in our lives. 5. v. To twist or turn; warp: The river casts into various routes that carry us to our travel’s end.

slip rækværket og kast dig ned i blomsterbedet
løb så hurtigt at du mister pusten og skraber dine knæ

The sounds of others laughter and happiness of companionship...
taunts into me
through the old hotel walls.
As my soul lies here dying and craving a light from dark and shadowed halls. The shadows that lurk...
That are my days spent, alone. You sit and desire not to join those "public" masses of "Break feast"
As to be the "ridicule and blame ,"  
visions from your damaged past, show up within messages ironically playing...the song entitled "defeat."
They are  like broken records in a "Plays" sounding card, indefinably left to play and to broadcast.
You have forgotten what it is like to be youthful.
As when you have tried to enter life's "diner...."
A person "lets out a leg to trip you........."
As laughter fills your despair's cup to full.
Walking out due to being shamed and to  have been the one chosen to be the "example," the knife that started to cut....so you avoid and  you stay out.
The horror of being shamed has battered your heart.
Your self lies their in the dark. No escaping those who chose to find a way to hound you..
you let yourself suffer and starve.
As you wish to avoid the "emotional cut.."
that the youthful" and the "rebellious" have started to carve..
You try to snap out of this "silent" "insanity...."
Yet, there is no hand of friendship that is free to help guide you....."to lift you back up"

As you slipped from your feet.
"Just don't take it to heart..."
They tell you this time and time again..
As those who taunt you are allowed to stir around and to stomp into your bravery...
"Fly Away"
"away, "you hurt again and again from even more defeat.
For rules of "society" are never equally sided by those elders that provided
Sunday masses or spiritual strength in meditation.
To the masses....
Sounds like "Hesitation..."
I wave on despair's taxi
"as I will not be needing a ride."
You scream for all to hear on this almost empty and barren city street.

I'm set to plan my rise in the same heart's "room"
I started to die and pay for in stride....
"No More!" like in the Pink Floyd Album :The Wall.."
The song "The Trial" blasts in your mind...
"At kast another one hit wonder..."
Plays on from the same sound stage
as that once over-played song "What does this sound like?"
"Patronage..."
You have now tipped the fresh musician that has refused to fall to their freshly written song, "rage."

I don’t need you to thrive
Or maybe I do
Nobody else
But you
Boo
Maybe some day
You will know it, too

Op de stoep staan dozen,
in de post niks om van te blozen,
aan de deur een kast en
in de verkeerde kamer
een zetel die niet past.

Snel volgen de mannen,
gewapend met een hamer,
om de latten weg te halen en
mijn huisje te verbannen
naar ongehoorde zaagverhalen.

Ik zal dan moeten werken,
ik zal veel moeten tellen,
ik zal mezelf dan merken
en nooit meer dezelfde zijn.

Sometimes people forget others
They kast them by the side
Never to see the person they left
The person who wishes
To with them abide

The kommon person doesn't think
To look around or about
All they wish to see or have
Is the lakk of any skar

They skan the horizon
They look for their friends
But often times
When the means meet ends
They forgot the person who matters most

They forget those who kare for them
They forget those who think life through
They forget people who's life is debt
They forget the "c" in their alphabet
They forget to see what they bekome
They forget to see the added up sum

Jij mag binnen maar je kast
blijft buiten staan.
Kom wanneer je
het zelf allemaal ziet zitten,
het mag ook met een traan.

Je mag blijven maar je last
mag ook vertrekken.
Het is een liefdevolle sfeer
ga maar zitten, 't is een bekken.
Sedimentair, 't is reglementair
om nog wat te blijven plekken.

Ze hebben dagelijks wat met me uitgestoken.
Dit is het resultaat.
Er wordt vanalles uitgesproken
en soms ook echt gepraat.
Confronterend om te horen
dat je deeltjes bent verloren.
Die worden hier vervangen
en nooit meer in de kast gehangen.