Poëzie: Blooming for Eternity [EN/NL]

People's patterns [EN]

Bits and pieces are sticking to me of days
hiding an underlying feeling of déjà vu
Stuck in the stickiness of comfort, which
brings confidence along with courage.
I'm stuck and you might be too?
Living between the lines of our patterns.

I can see the days repeating, night after night.
I don't even put up a fight, just watching the same old movie
over and over agian form rise to set.
It's easy to stay in the known and leave
the opportunities untouched. For it could be toxic,
dreadfully destroying what was once a good movie.

I was reliving the day from a week ago, the day a week from now.
Asymmetrical anxiety, all should be the same.
But then who is there to blame, for the boredom you face?

Live an asymmetrical life
if you want an exciting movie in the afterlife.