Future?
I dont try to understand the world I live in
It used to make some sense but I seem to be forgetting
Music scenes will always fight that’s the choice you’re given
I am cooler then you, you are cooler then me,
And I think I have the right to give in
So we post our silly posts and keep praising ourselves
Surround ourselves with stuff we hate
And celebrate our decline
Inspiration has been dead and buried
Next up is creativity
All the sense will leave word
Make room for all depravity
Maybe I have become old
And it’s just the day and age
For I am no longer playing the game
I’m worn out and my mind is of late
Nowhere to understand where passion has gone off
Probably grabbing cigarettes with empathy
As they have all died off
As I will keep on wondering
Where it all went wrong
And so the cycle repeats
Another lost generation.
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| september: | Dinsdag, augustus 19, 2025 15:07 |
| Het is een gewaarworden en observerende geest die de tanden des tijds ziet en waarneemt. Knap gedicht. Verloren.. misschien.. Niet.. want ieder kan een verschil maken met de wil en kracht. Mooi |
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| Auteur: Wouter Stam | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 augustus 2025 | ||
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