donderdag 4 januari 2001

Masquerade

A ballroom full
People all dressed up
Dancing a Waltz of Agony
Looking at others with jealousy
Beautiful women
Men, amazingly strong
Behaving, ways of cicility
Talking ever so spontaneously
A mask to hide an angry face
A mask to hide the fear
An act to seem so perfect
Will they ever know, my dear?
The ballroom full
The people all dressed up
Hiding behind their courtesy
They shall never be,
who they want to be

woensdag 3 januari 2001

Puzzle called life

Always little bits
and pieces of my life

Not too much
Not quite enough

Adjusting to others
as others don't to me

Not quite easy
Not too rough

Asking for directions
in the balance that I hold

I wonder if my life
will ever fit into this world