The raindrops keep on falling,
falling on my head.
I don't know where they come from
and I don't know where they'll end.
The path I just walked down
is the path I didn't wanted to choose.
I want to go for the winning
but this only leads me to the loose.
So I think I have to change my mind
and end up where I belong.
I always thought you were the right one
but in fact, you are the wrong.
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Ik kon zo gauw geen pakkende titel bedenken, iemand?
Dit is trouwens het eerste gedicht dat ik heb geschreven, ik ben benieuwd naar de opbouwende kritiek.