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Gedicht: Beyond the mundane

When I was young, I never thought
that wonder fades, that joy could rot.
The world was vast, the sky was wide—
until the years pulled it inside.

Now work repeats, the hours drain,
each day a copy, just the same.
And soon, I wake, but do not see—
just moving parts, machinery.

The clock hands carve into my skin,
a cycle I am trapped within.
The spark I swore I’d never lose
now flickers, dim, in hollow hues.

Yet somewhere past the neon glow,
beyond the rush, the ceaseless flow,
a world still sings in golden streams—
but only seen by those who dream.

Over het gedicht:

I wish i had the eyes of a child, roaming the world in wonder, experiencing it fully.
Now, most of us are stuck in the mundane routine of life. How would we ever be truly happy?