Red string
There’s a red string
Running away
Running away
Like a cat, you run
But fail.
Chasing your own tail.
You catch hold, but let it go
Play catch the hailstone, catch the snow
I wish, I wish
I could make it within reach
But it runs into an empty room
A vast void of emotions
It runs into
The overflowing bucket in the corner
The one you cannot afford
To topple over
So you freeze it up, ice it
To a frostbitten pile of heart
And remember, remember
Be careful and still
If you make this bucket fall
No nine lives will be enough
To save you.
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| Auteur: Mysticelfje |  
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| Gepubliceerd op: 15 november 2008 | ||
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