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The power,yes or no. The eternal twilight of choice and suspense. The force to move a person,a nation, a decision. And the doubt of its outcome. Might.

Many times I wonder, Why we met before our time. The things I feel are special, This is what I cannot rhyme. Every thought of finding hope, Withers, dies and feels a crime. Since I have never known this feeling, In this existance, in this time. I wonder if im being fooled, Set-up betrayed or even played. But then again I dont believe so, And that is why I stayed. But I do know this my darling, If we're early we dont know. It is simply just something, Only a ride in time will show.

I am mad, nuts, and bonkers, my marbles are lost. My coat is flamboyant, the pattern embossed. But it isnt the coat here,'t just makes me look fat. What really does matter is i'm wearing my hat. Some think im crazy, to a certain degree. Many are startled when I ask them "Tea?" My friends all do love me, and there is this cat. That has an obsession with my dear hat Some call me weird , or even burlesque. When I ask them "Why is a raven like a writing desk?" Some just confuse me, with a guy that killed a kraken. But Im just a hatter, who loves to Futterwacken.

As I sit here in my bed, A pressing feeling on my chest. I look outside, and soon ill rest. The day was long, the fight was tough. As I break a painful cough. Almost time to go to bed. Id rather stare outside instead. It clears my mind it clears my head. When I look into the dark. Into the giant starfilled sky. I am so affraid to die. A pressing feeling on my chest. I stare some more before I rest. Into the dark starfilled sky. I fall asleep and lay to die.

I'm crying tears by the dashboard light. They have me rolling through the night. Doesnt matter where I drive. As I cry away my life. I'm crying tears by the dashboard light. As I see the empty seat. When I roll along the street. Crying tears by the dashboard light, feeling so alone. Doesnt matter where I'm gone. Sipping booze while on my way. For happiness still I pray But my hope it wastes away, Crying on by the dashboard light. Crying on all through the night. My hope just like a kite, struck down again. My tears all through the night. Crying on by the dashboard light. As I drive with my clouded sight. Kick the pedal dow

Regelmatig hoort men zeggen "Heeft u een moment?" Geen getwijfel of een frons. Meestal geeft men simpelweg "Ja" als een respons. Hoe kan men dat nu zeggen? Met volle zekerheid. Het is immers onbekend, Een moment is, hoeveel tijd? Het gebeurt dan ook wel vaker. Als men de "Ja" zo slijt. Het moment duurt net wat langer, en al gauw heeft men dan spijt. Dus wees wijs, en vraag uzelf; Hoe lang is een moment? Het is slechts een referentie, Naar een tijdsduur die men zelf niet kent.

The worn down scruffy teddy bear, Sitting all alone. Atop a bunch of building blocks, Like sitting on his throne. His eyes the glow of fading hope, Sad buttons on his face. His years of dust and barely light. In this godforsaken place. Teddy on his throne of blocks, The boarded floor all rotten. While teddy sits and stares ahead, His hugs are long forgotten. The time of childrens love embrace, To him no longer known. He sits upon his pile of blocks, Into the darkness thrown.

Why? The philosophy grows thin, when it breaks down to this thing. A question without rhyme, or meaning. Seeping through your brain, looking for an answer, leaning,.. Towards insanity, the tombstone of humanity. The question yet is raised again. Why? Asking it remains in vain. Its just a figment of your thought. I might as well ask you, Why not?

As the piper plays his tune,  for the people marked with woad. While they march on on their journey down the long forsaken road. Where lush greenlands meet their border, at the grey stone barren cliffs. Were red berries stand in sunshine, bearing pleasant natural gifts. As they march into the forest, where the magic folk does roam. And the pipers tunes hypnosis, makes them welcome to their home. As they dance, he keeps on playing, followed by the folk of woad. Will the piper show them mercy, or keep them dancing on the road. As the piper plays his song, its effect it lingers on. The effect remains a riddle, while the piper's fiddlers

Define Divine God or peasant, Drag or pleasant. Questions, Answers? Like diseases, Cancers. Spreading, No needs short to employ. The only purpose to destroy. I ran short on questions, yet they had no answers. When I asked them to define divine.