Prisoners
We´re tightly sealed to the roles in this life
Not much space for moving, unless you earned your strife
People don´t know this in the state of being awake
We are all just prisoners, and we´re here to stay
This world wants us to play a role, a scene we all pretend
There we are, it´s all just fake, some things will never end.
Unless you know how to play a game and break the rules they made
You will not stay sane in this loophole and all your hope might fade
Not much space for moving, unless you earned your strife
People don´t know this in the state of being awake
We are all just prisoners, and we´re here to stay
This world wants us to play a role, a scene we all pretend
There we are, it´s all just fake, some things will never end.
Unless you know how to play a game and break the rules they made
You will not stay sane in this loophole and all your hope might fade
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Clarice: | Dinsdag, augustus 29, 2017 22:52 |
| Dat is soms zo maar er is ook veel echt... het komt er op aan dat echte op te zoeken ( en tussendoor minimaal of low profile mee te doen aan de hele cirque). Graag gelezen, gts Clarice | |
| Avr: | Dinsdag, augustus 29, 2017 21:38 |
| Dit mooie schrijven doet mij denken aan de zgn. hokjes. Ben daar ook niet blij mee! mvg Avr | |
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| Auteur: Dreaming Star | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 29 augustus 2017 | ||
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