Late at night, a playlist of The Doors is on rewind
Because every song seems to match the thoughts on my
mind
Jim Morrison singing ‘Soul Kitchen’ gives me the
thrills
It makes me feel like the night that I took happy
pills
You light another cigarette to forget your thoughts as
well
And I know that I will never get rid of my love for
that smell
It oozes you, even when I’m in a misty bar and you’re
nowhere around
I want to stay but run at the same time, to a place
that can never be found
Since every time you come a step closer, my body moves
away
Sometimes I feel a close connection to the girl called
‘Ruby Tuesday’
There’s a reason the word ‘freedom’ is engraved on my
back
I love the routine of grabbing my suitcase and beginning
to pack
But there’s something about you that integrates me for
a change
A certain mystique that competes with mine and it
feels strange
Maybe it’s because I have the feeling we’re quite the
same in this
No desire for chains but a pure passion I see as a
beautiful bliss
The good are never easy, the easy never good is what
they say
Who knows, we may found out on a particular lovers day
For I know the best thing is to take it easy baby, to
take it as it comes
Before I run away for the mighty noise in my head of beating
drums
--A poet is before anything else, someone who is in love with language-- W.H. Auden
Oh mijn god, heb je dit zelf geschreven? Dit mééééén jij!! Wat goed!
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