Pandorra’s Box

All my life
I’ve been carring with me
A heavy box, box that holds
All things to do, all places to go
A box with thoughts to think
And sights to be seen
A box with dreams
With hopes and fears
A vault for love and passion
And broken hearts
A prison for feelings and tears
And pain
A box with stuff to remember
And things to forget
A box to hide my regrets
All my life
I’ve carried this box
But now I fear
That it might be empty

Leeuwarden 07-05-2002