• Dream on

    It feels like they try to pull me down.
    They have chained me to the ground,
    While I was trying to fly.

    So for now I close my eyes,
    Cause while I dream they can’t get inside.
    How I love to see them try.

    It feels like they are shouting loud.
    And they hope I will come down
    From the cloud of ignorant dreams.

    But in this cloud I truly believe,
    And one day I will prove them wrong.
    I can live, while I dream on.


    We dwaalden en verdwaalden en noemden sterren naar onszelf.

    Echt heel mooi geschreven! Zeker de laatste 'alinea' (of hoe dat in een gedicht heet) is heel erg herkenbaar.


    so if you care to find me, look to the western sky, as someone told me lately: everyone deserves a chance to fly