Deze heb ik gekregen van een goeie en liefe vriendin het is net of ik mezelf in dat gedicht lees....
Me and my eternity
Am I who they know
Am I who they see
Or am I just a puppet of this society?
I don"t know anymore, what"s it like to be ME
Why all these worries, why all these sorrows
Why is it so hard just to be me
I don"t even know myself
Will I be happy, rich or even healthy?
Will my deeds echo into eternity?
I don"t know and I guess I never will
Time flies, and I"m trying to stand still
Always in search of the best
Always trying to love and be loved
And that all for what?
Just for ME, although I don"t even know who"s me
This search will go on into eternity,
till the time I won"t even be there to see
Why"s it"s so hard to be me
Why not end this endless search,
by making an end to ME
Why not end it all,
so ME goes over into eternity?
I guess that"s just not something for me
All I need is some time to rest
Some time without problems and lies
A night under the starlight skies
And no more worries on my mind
I really need a night of that kind
Just me, myself and the stars
So I can finally rest, fight out my own wars