Geplaatst - Falling
These feet of mine so tired
Of running and tumbling down again
So tired of climbing back up again
Knowing that I'll always keep falling
Me?
These feelings in me
Are they there
Or do I want them there to be
There inside of me
Are these thoughts
Making a person I want to be
Creating something I'm not
Is this me
Or is it something I want to be
Endlessly
Wandering thoughts in me
Always seeking it's path
Looking for a way
To believe this is real
To discover that at the and
There'll always be a locked door
Ik wou even wat gedichten kwijt .
