Humanoid
Random stars floating gently 'round
the ever-widening hole.
And on a rock so tiny lives
an even tinier soul.
It's all there for him to see you know
prepared for him to be.
Handmade by something he couldn't know
he lets that answer free.
His fate is to improve himself,
to act, to think, to feel.
So All can understand itself,
and All can become real.
Years will go by and trees will grow
but on a certain day
the clouds will whisper: time to go!
His suit will melt away.
His soul will float amongst his kin
and will not mind the shatter
For all that Matter hasn't been,
for all it does is matter.
siegert, 14 januari 2003
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| Auteur: Siegert | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: bevertje | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 januari 2003 | ||
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