Nobody
Proverbs 19:3
3 The foolishness of a man twists his way,
And his heart frets against the Lord.
Nobody’s fool
Calling constantly … crying in the wind
Hurry up to get nowhere … feeling satisfied
Writing script … where self has been
Using trackless paper … for survival in the night
Studying the swamp … absorbing every detail
Building there your home without any walls
Totally exposed with others who have failed
Still, feel all alone blaming others for your fall
Maybe time will heal self-inflicted wounds
Maybe you can hide the scars left behind
Maybe you can show that you’re nobody’s fool
Maybe you’ll succeed with your own kind
Jan Wienen
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