donderdag 21 mei 2009

I BELONG NOWHERE

A spectator
Severed from the rest
A poet
A lover
More battered than the rest

If love was and easy to enter sanctum
The poet would pay with his soul to enter
The lover would stand in the middle
of the centre
Instead of standing outside of the outer rim
Wearing a plastic crown
King of the brim

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