Mat 18:4 Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, 

the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven

Dream on little rascal built castles in the air

 

Put a mote around it and a guard at the bridge

 

Maybe you can escape from the place you cannot bear

 

Isolated within deeper self always ready to quit

 

 

Get your wooden horse and mount it like a king

 

In charge of your destiny in this dream world of your own

 

You are wide awake you think in charge of everything

 

You are your own property in your comatose syndrome

 

 

How many will go with you on the path of destruction?

 

How many will dance with you at their own funeral?

 

Hidden from all truth you embrace production

 

With nothing else to prove than a wasted time in call

 

 

Jan Wienen