VERDAGTES VAN DIE WIND

Ek wens ek was 'n klip.
Sodat ek nie hoef om te gee oor hierdie wereld se probleme nie.
Ek wens die see kon my vat en my rondgooi oor al die strande van die wereld.
Daar kan ek tussen ander klippe le en die nag in staar, sonder die dreigement van vordering en sukses.
Net ek en sy en die lang pad vorentoe.
Ek wens ek was die sand.
Onder die weskus-nag, langs haar lyf, soos sy sit en saggies huil.
En dan sing die sterre haar naam oor 'n duisend, duisend see's.
Ons hoor hul saam, soos hul op die branders brand.
Ek wens ek was die grond.
Dan kon ek altyd naby haar bly,
Ek en sy.

I Think, Therefore I am Confused...?

Greetings my fellow Confusioneers.
Anyone read this blog lately? Didn't think so.

Tsk-tsk-tsk. Kids today, I'll tell you...
No respect.

Back in my day, the good old days in 2007, people had the common decency to read the damn blog! I'm telling you, the youth is on a downward spiral! the whole 'Snowball effect'

It all starts with the parents. No basic moral background. before you know it, they're drinking coffee and listening to jazz! Pretty soon, we'll all be forced to face the horrible cosequences of our past actions.

I leave you to think about what you've created.

'till next time.


Peace out.