Voor wie mij kent

Wat ik ook schrijf, hoezeer ik mij ook bekwaam, ik zal nooit zo scherp kunnen schrijven over wie ik ben en wat ik voel als Don McLean dat jaren terug al deed toen ik negen jaar was. Geen zin in de tekst is overbodig, geen woord voor mij onwaar. En wie mij kent begrijpt dit en weet dat dit letterlijk genomen mag worden.

En ik boog mijn hoofd op de kruising in mijn leven… keek achterom, en vervolgde mijn weg…



I’ve got nothing on my mind: Nothing to remember,
Nothing to forget. And I’ve got nothing to regret,
But I’m all tied up on the inside,
No one knows quite what I’ve got;
And I know that on the outside
What I used to be, I’m not… anymore.
You know I’ve heard about people like me,
But I never made the connection.
They walk one road to set them free
And find they’ve gone the wrong direction.
But there’s no need for turning back
`Cause all roads lead to where I stand.
And I believe I’ll walk them all
No matter what I may have planned.
Can you remember who I was? Can you still feel it?
Can you find my pain? Can you heal it?
Then lay your hands upon me now
And cast this darkness from my soul.
You alone can light my way.
You alone can make me whole… once again.
We’ve walked both sides of every street
Through all kinds of windy weather.
But that was never our defeat
As long as we could walk together.
So there’s no need for turning back
`Cause all roads lead to where we stand.
And I believe we’ll walk them all
No matter what we may have planned.

Don McLean © 1971