Outskirts Poem by Chris Leermakers

I might have cried
in another life
yeah that would be right
seen it all before
not always a pretty sight
yeah, not a pretty sight
sometimes on
the outskirts of life

Many are quick to judge
just fools and jokers
there is no one who has never made mistakes
but they still judge anyway
they already know
that they don't
have any of the right tools
the right tools in hand
but you need them
in this world, wild land

The outskirts of life
oh, what a story to tell
outskirts of life
some already fell
better pull your heads in
don't shit in your own yard
cause' no one will look
or ever trust you,
even from a world apart

Stop blindly digging
your own grave sites
start planting real seeds
even if they go sour
always try again,
keep trying
even if no one, but you
believes in what they,
or you need

The outskirts are my home
sometimes a unique
state of mind
but it can always
be something new
I find

Now that we are in a later
stage of time
I know we've cried, we've laughed
together in another life
seen that light
and darkness before,
but now full of new light,
full of colour too
a very normal sight, sometimes
in the outskirts of life

Some viewpoints
make me want to give
a certain shade of light
as it allows you to see
my illuminated life path
but don't change on my behalf
you do what you will
do not harm
take no shit
learn to synchronize
what do you want?
you can do anything
in order to make yourself right
to give you a taste
of a righteous and peaceful
life

Are the outskirts my real home?
I recognise,
it all
yeah It's still home to me
cause' I'm not just happy,
I'm free.