One of my many faces…

Quite often I’m the crazy one
sometimes real bizarre
I hide behind some weird fun
not really up to par
I’m running from normality
because from time to time
I get sick of reality
and replace it with some rhyme
I’ll act like I’m a poet
and hide in mental spaces
Yes I’m aware I know it
It’s one of my many faces
My wife endures without a scoff
and still hasn’t run away
To her I’ll take my hat off
forever and a day!

(Free translation of the dutch version)



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