Boeijen Frank
Wild Flowers
The Tightrope Walker
Every day I have a conversation
A conversation here in my head
About what I have done
About what everything that happened
About everything I did wrong
Every day I talk to myself
Without words but as in a dream
Then I see dissatisfied friends in front of me
Friends with misunderstood friends
And I'm standing on the sidelines
How tight is the tightrope I'm dancing on
Between my head and my heart
How long will it be before I fall
/>Between my head and my heart
Every day I ask myself
When will I be old and wise enough
Without doubts or rash actions
An eccentric destitute and abandoned
From God and everyone
For how strong is this cord on which I dance
Between my head and my heart
How long will it be before I fall
Between my head and my heart
The life of a tightrope walker
In balance out of balance
In balance
For how strong is this tightrope
Between my head and my heart
How long will it be before I fall
Between my head and my heart