vrijdag, april 26, 2013

dear Elliott

Little child, big mind, standing in the garden.
Wondering and wandering like mama used to do.
Going nowhere, heading somewhere with questions all left open.
something's right, some things wrong but who will tell what's told.
No one knows but know one shall guide you 'long your path.
No answers told, no laws will hold my treasure from his goal.


Te lang geleden dat ik nog iets schreef
maar de zin is nooit weg geweest.

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