Heel eerlijk: ik vond het behoorlijk ingewikkeld hier een inleiding voor te schrijven. Complexiteit kent zoveel vormen. En ik voel me alsof ik ermee verweven ben. Dus... Ik laat het stuk voor zich spreken: Complex.
Complex
Yes, I can be seen as complex.
I have more layers than a wedding cake.
I can be hot like a sauna.
And cold like a snowflake.
I often surprise,
people don't know what to expect from me.
But I also have heard that I am wise.
And often wonder how others look at me.
Inside there is this chaos,
caused by so many feelings.
Which I mostly suppress,
often it seems like a mess.
I am not book-smart,
but I easily connect.
With words I create art,
and I use them to reflect.
Sometimes I observe quietly,
sometimes I speak up.
Sometimes driven by anger or anxiety,
and sometimes I screw-up.
If you're human I interact patiently,
with interest and understanding.
I often lose my temper with technology
and I can be demanding.
But I never force anyone to anything,
believe all walk their own path.
Know that life gives me everything,
have to walk my own path.
Always look for ways to improve;
to become more me.
Know I have nothing to prove,
what matters is that I feel like me.
So yes, it seems like my life is a mess.
And there is chaos within.
But I have to walk my own path,
even if it is complex.