For The Best Poem by Stephan van Pinksteren

Tell me the truth,
Clear my mind with your words,
Cleanse me with your blessings.
Let me fly like the birds.

There was a time,
When I could spread my wings,
I could aim for the sky's,
Not bound by those things.

Now it's to complicated,
No more thoughtless lying.
Do they tell me the truth,
Or will I end up crying.

It takes to much of my strength,
Not being able to lift the rest.
If I could end my life,
Would that be for the best?