Secrets are secret
Truth cannot expound
Everything is vanity
No comfort to be found
Truth is relative
or so it is, they say
Life for us is short
no time to dry the hay
......
Secrets remain shrouded, unspoken,
yet I see them seep
into the spaces between breaths.
Truth, as it stands,
refuses the grasp of words—
it thrives in the moments
we dare not recount.
The echo of vanity
envelops everything I once chased,
......
Als jouw ogen de waarheid zouden onthullen,
zou ik stilte horen,luid en scherp.
Een fluistering van twijfels,
die diep in mijn borst hun plek vinden.
Ik voel de schaduw van je stappen,
maar zie je niet volledig staan.
De afstand groeit,als onzichtbare muren,
gebouwd van momenten die ik niet ken.
......
I could tell you that I wanna be a better person,
But honestly I don't care
I could tell you all I'm not a good person,
But I'm sure by now you're all aware
I could tell you where I want to go,
But only after how far I've come,
I could tell you all my future dreams,
But honestly I think that's kinda dumb.
......
If pain were a bucket,
You'd be the largest one,
Pouring your trauma out like a faucet
Unto those who show you love
You're like a raging storm,
Leaving destruction in its wake
With thunderous words filled with hate
Yet still, I saw in you the potential to create
When you saw yourself as someone who should have never been born
......
Secrets remain shrouded, unspoken,
yet I see them seep
into the spaces between breaths.
Truth, as it stands,
refuses the grasp of words—
it thrives in the moments
we dare not recount.
The echo of vanity
envelops everything I once chased,
......
Secrets are secret
Truth cannot expound
Everything is vanity
No comfort to be found
Truth is relative
or so it is, they say
Life for us is short
no time to dry the hay
......
Als jouw ogen de waarheid zouden onthullen,
zou ik stilte horen,luid en scherp.
Een fluistering van twijfels,
die diep in mijn borst hun plek vinden.
Ik voel de schaduw van je stappen,
maar zie je niet volledig staan.
De afstand groeit,als onzichtbare muren,
gebouwd van momenten die ik niet ken.
......
Winter
"Love is the chief means of escape from the loneliness which afflicts most men and women throughout the greater part of their lives."
— Bertrand Russell
To escape: the void within devours the soul,
In pleasures, in wealth, in love cold and constrained.
For love, fleeting warmth, cannot make one whole,
It stirs frozen blood, but leaves hearts chained.
......
They tell me I can be whatever I choose
That a man can become a woman,
That flesh can defy the hands of its Maker,
That truth is no longer truth but mere opinion.
Lies! Deception! Blasphemy!
Has the creation risen above the Creator?
Shall the clay rebuke the Potter,
Claiming He has made a mistake?
Oh, foolish generation, drowning in pride,
You shake your fists at heaven,
......