On not doing anything
You ask after
the meaning of life
and I reply
with a joke
Should I have told you
of the big void
under our feet?
Would it make you
feel complete
to hear there is
no question
that comes allone?
Your feet tremble
as you stand
hear you cry out
but I can't
give you help you do not want
So this is where
the poem ends
tallk to me
we are still friends
the meaning of life
and I reply
with a joke
Should I have told you
of the big void
under our feet?
Would it make you
feel complete
to hear there is
no question
that comes allone?
Your feet tremble
as you stand
hear you cry out
but I can't
give you help you do not want
So this is where
the poem ends
tallk to me
we are still friends
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Ceridwen | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 oktober 2012 | ||
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