Dreaming and thinking
At a double speed
To see yourselves grow
Started you down but seeds personal satisfaction.
Tortured by the question
of who you will become
You embark on a rushed slalom
On a tiny wild canoe
And steer crazy to
Escape the illusion of control.
Solo thinking
I am Made stupid by the competition
And the painful comparison
With people by the different talents.
Freedom is in the solo thinking
And in the attention and consideration
For yourself.
Snail 2
The snail is the animal
Who hides the success in its closed house
And silently surprises everybody.
With the colours of nature
And the belly that holds the world,
The snail tours the planet
Unobserved by the crowd.
Carrying its safety on its back,
The snail is always afraid
of an imminent disaster,
Yet it proceeds at its own speed
Towards the unknown on hold.
