What you can't see ...
Ecclesiastes 9:13
13 This is what I also observed about wisdom on earth,
and it is a great burden to me:
What you can’t see
Let me be what you can’t see … I’ll survive by my own choices
Like a mosquito in the night I’ll survive on someone else’s blood
Sounding like a skinless breed as my hunger shouts in rowdy voices
It’s alright to suck one dry or it feels tight in my gut or not
Can I live to forgive? Why must someone die?
Is my survival resting on someone else to give their life?
Born a stiff in endless quiz and later on to fry
After the day is done to listen to a never-ending cry?
Jan Wienen
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