My spiere

Vanaand terwyl ek oefen voel ek die intensities van my spiere

Dit ontvou my soos 'n stywe winters frokie. Dit druk my. Belemmer my. Maar tog maak dit heel.

Daar is medisyne in hierdie bou van spiere

Dis ñ heel word proses

nothing to say

I have nothing to say!

Seeing where I come from, looking where it's going realising it's not meant for me. It's not to late, change is but a word away...

But there is nothing to say

In a week from now I'll still be on this path, in a month from here still in the same seat,  in a year from now I'll decide to make the change.
Yet, I'll have nothing to say


This is the loop I find myself going in and going out...

I have nothing to say
Cause I don't know how to change it!