A ring
No end, no begin
So where do we step in
Lets go round
Homeward bound
But where to go when that home is not yet found
Life is a maze
Made of pretended grace
And sheer lies to the face
How are we to find
The one so sweet and kind
So wonderful you want to bind
But when we do find this thing
We’ll smile, dance and sing
As we enter the ring
No begin, but gladly no end
Rens Molenaar (1 April 2006)
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