Meindert Jan van Wijk

Hidden secrets of the mind
Crawled prisoned deep inside

Longing to break down fences
Waiting for that silent sing.

Fillings, hidden away after rules
Forbidden, ever to be spoken

Burning forever, without fire
Always on the edge of our lips

Thoughts, meant to be expressed
Homage who still have respect

Holding human kind imprisoned
Norms, called true, honourable

Being respected against option
Forgotten dialled in improvement

Honesty, till life did part
Inside rules, made in thoughts.