I have no conciense,
I have no flow.
Don't have common sense,
I have no flow.
Don't have common sense,
I'm too childish to grow.
I can't succeed,
allthough I try.
I refuse to lead,
I refuse to lead,
untill the day I die.
But still I cannot realise,
I still don't understand.
I have more than a million dreams,
here within my hand.




1 comments:
supermooi en ook een mooi gedicht, hebt gij da zelf geschreven?
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