Kunst

When I was younger I once read

“Some people are artists.

Some, themselves, are art.”

And I always hoped I was the second one.

But far from the truth

It is the other way around.

It lives within me, it runs in my blood.

I am indeed an artist

And thatʼs why you got me screwed.

You, that you're art, have me,

Your same old blue eyes,

Your same old blond hair,

Your same only self.

Because you never fail to inspire me

Over and over… And over again.

For in beauty, in nature, in life, I find you.

And in you I find beauty, nature… mostly life.

My downfall:

With you, near you, because of you,

I know I'm ruined!

Excitement, nervousness, marvellous

… Distraught

All you make me feel without even a touch

Just how art does to the world.