Small Changes
Has life ever changed so small
you didn’t even notice,
‘till you took the time to witness, again,
it’s strange new beauty it beard
How would you welcome these new features,
just open a door and let them in
or maybe a bit more suspicious,
would you let it in at all?
Could someone have these under control?
Steer the future as you please
foresee every rock on your path, every encounter with reality,
every soul you’ll meet? I would think not
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| Auteur: karin jansen | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 juni 2007 | ||
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