The day of tomorrow,
Let me think of the day
of yesterday.
Yesterday, the day,
I met my destiny,
Cruelly laughing,
to the fade it gave,
Horribly smiling,
to the things I faded.
Today, thinking of,
then and when,
Then it happened,
When will it happen,
again?
Tomorrow, a, no the,
question I’m posing.
The question of luck,
The question of mystery,
The question that let think,
of my faith and me.
Think, of the things,
that let me think,
and let me know,
what it is to watch
it slow,
to watch it slowly fading,
to watch me slowly,
craving …
to fade.
|#°~Wat van binnen leeft
wordt geboren in woorden
als een omlijst geheim
van je zieleleven.~°#|