The hand brake is rusted on, his dreams just air and the sky.

It makes more sence, not to even try.

A deep rocky river gorge, slowly bubbling away.

unfortunate circumstances, make him feel this way.

Deep in the gorge mystery emotions lay asleep.

In stagnating pools, they will fester and keep.

Bought by the flood of external pressure, it now comes to rest inside.

Gargling sand and water, a fools hope in pride.

The end of the rocky gorge a waterfall so clear.

Roll over murky water, drop the sand particles and disappear.

© Deon Heemskerk 14-3-12


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