April 2000

Aprils fools day
Spring grows into the land day by day
Tabula rasa

She is the one
they all look up to
who holds their hands
through nights nights of agony
She is the one
they all ask for advice
when life has put
a bad day in their path
She is the one
with the gentle voice
the warm embrace
the soothing hand
and allways do they
wonder from wich source
she finds the never ending
kindness and knowledge
to heal their broken
hearts and lifes
Little do they know
the house of her wisdom
is build on the solid
foundation of pain

I close my eyes
I turn my head
I tell my ears
not to hear
I pocket my fists
I quicken my pace
to take me away
from this place
If only I can
not see, nor hear
and not be
present to feel
then maybe my pain
will go on its way
in leave me
in ignorace' bliss

Have you ever
walked past
a door in a street
and wondered
what lay behind
behind each door
a different life
a different path
a different fate
It is you who must
lift up your hand
and knock on the doors
in your life