Living your way

if it makes a noise count me in.......

Living Your way The light in your eyes has been somewhat brighter than today, speaking words of wisdom brightening up my day. Shades of all colors you can imagine speaking words of wisdom embedded in my brain. What was I thinking imagining wisdom for truth in every way. What was I thinking wanting everybody to be this way. Bright lights are fading away in gray clouds of endless nothingness. then suddenly a thought emerging bursting into a fake happiness. I'm no stranger in my own place. Looking around trying to find the light in your eyes, the one before it's all gone gray. Nothing is moving and the silence of voices are all looking a different way. What was I thinking wanting for you to live this way, What was I thinking taking your words for the truth in every way. Then suddenly a thought bursting into a bright spark of recognizing your face. Speaking words of wisdom brightening up my day and............... shades of all colors emerging from this embedded pain. What was I thinking trying to be the hero of this game.

Living your Way

Questions too scared to be lonely, so scared to be alone, too scared to be boring, so I stay on my own. Running around in circles, life is such a pain. without the joy of learning, emptiness is all that remains. Can't find no trees no forest, just a memory of pain. my eyes wide open, looking around in vain to find that one person who's not afraid. Looking back on my life, it's like a movie.......slowly fading away. the theatre is empty, all seats are built in vain. Looking around to see the picture there is no one left who's not afraid. What are we afraid of the question remains and in the end my friend all these questions are in vain.

Questions too scared to be lonely, so scared to be alone, too scared to be boring, so I stay on my own. Running around in circles, life is such a pain. without the joy of learning, emptiness is all that remains. Can't find no trees no forest, just a memory of pain. my eyes wide open, looking around in vain to find that one person who's not afraid. Looking back on my life, it's like a movie.......slowly fading away. the theatre is empty, all seats are built in vain. Looking around to see the picture there is no one left who's not afraid. What are we afraid of the question remains and in the end my friend all these questions are in vain.

Questions too scared to be lonely, so scared to be alone, too scared to be boring, so I stay on my own. Running around in circles, life is such a pain. without the joy of learning, emptiness is all that remains. Can't find no trees no forest, just a memory of pain. my eyes wide open, looking around in vain to find that one person who's not afraid. Looking back on my life, it's like a movie.......slowly fading away. the theatre is empty, all seats are built in vain. Looking around to see the picture there is no one left who's not afraid. What are we afraid of the question remains and in the end my friend all these questions are in vain.

Every answer open up a whole bunch of new Questions

Indianen ik zou wel eens willen dat we over iets anders konden praten dan onze sores of vooral dat van een ander zoals tante Leen die vandoor is gegaan met Jan van de patatboer vier kinderen achterlatend......... luister ik veel liever naar een verhaal over de indianen

a litle story about stuff people talk about

Quest (JUlie Keane Melbourne 1975) The howling of the nightwind joins the deafening roar of rain and together with the thunder they lash against my pain. Tiptoe through the rooms of gray moving puddles as I go weeds grow between my fingers flesh is cold as snow It’s quiet here in the graveyard so black so dark so cold I can hear faint crying and whispering tales untold Come along to visit me but I don’t know where to start to find the place they put me it nearly breaks my heart.........