Hey, I said, I have an announcement to make
I have been digging in the ground for gold
But I didn't find any fortune but our human's mould
I've been thinking about our man on this world
We don't know any kind of kind and ness
We dig around in the ground, wandering in our mess
Didn't you wonder why I wander all the time
Questioning about mess and mould and humanity
Well, I said, it's yours to find out about this moral of man's vanity
Dit gedicht heb ik zojuist geschreven. Het staat geactiveerd, klik hier.
"A weed is simply a flower that somebody has decided is in the wrong place." Sister Monica Joan, Call the Midwife
