One day I’ll be gone.
I will fly away and just give a wink to the setting sun.
One day I’ll take the plane to a world of peace,
blue skies, eternal sunshine and love …
Love, love, love.
Inside of me, there’s something very wrong.
I’m so tired of fighting,
so angry to forgive,
so sad to smile.
It feels like it’s too late to wake up.
Just too late.
Why have the birds stopped singing?
Why are my flowers all dying?
Why do dogs keep their distance from me?
Do they want to tell me something?
Or they just don’t love me anymore?
Nobody seems to understand what’s going on.
So I might be an alien or something…
Maybe my brain is slowly getting mad.
Am I getting crazy?
Loneliness is the worst cancer there is.
One day I’ll be gone.
I will fly away and it will be alone.
Ineke Verhagen
16 augustus 2025
