Yes, I did not make it to the next round of the music competition De Grote Prijs van Nederland. I did inspire me to post a poetry again. Yes, we will keep going no matter what happends :D. Enjoy the Poem.
Bye Good End.
The apocalypse is
a result of human Dynamics
a construction of Social
obligation
a wing that breaks in mid flight
over an endless blue
Our mind is the horizon
Space seperated by nothing
but a thought
A false abstract
because thoughts are material
formations, crystals in the mind
diamonds in the mud
dreams in the dark
Polished by a truth
beyond purpose to shine
the soul of a memory
and the mission of man
with many
one mind