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
SAM is een meisje van 6, een puber van 16, een vrouw van 36. Mijn pseudoniem en mijn woorden. Regelmatig komt ze hier langs voor een gevoelige noot The end is the beginning is the end But where in this circle are you my friend?
donderdag 4 januari 2001
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
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
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