Proverbs 22:1 

22 Choose a good reputation over great riches;
    being held in high esteem is better than silver or gold

 

After many years I saw him after suffering much pain

Nothing much had changed I guess I was still the same

Serving many showers and now to stay out of the rain

Still, I wound up all wet still trying to save my name

 

Even now my mind is confused with all its short circuits

The lack of concentration overrides my sense of focus

It does not make much sense in this provided circus

Where I am the only clown dreaming of hocus pocus

 

“We are all the same”, it’s said ... there’s not to be a difference

Are we driven by the same law or does it really matter?

Should I disagree with that or would this be a hindrance

We’re all alike or are we now trapped in time together?

 

Occupied by mindlessness ... driven by its cause

Like a pen running out of ink leaving some scratch behind

Being made up as I move ... a contract with a clause

Not readable by anyone ... so I don’t pay it any mind

 

Jan Wienen