A human heart, beats at 60 bpm, as fast as this song. Like a machine, it goes and goes and goes, but never arrives at the door. But a door is putten there, cuz humans aren't eternal, and that's why. That i dont give a damn about the past, unlike some of you, who just wants to stay still. And cry about what has already been done. And i, who eagerly waits, on what the future holds.
On what the future WILL hold!
We humans, are masters in lying. to appear superior to others. And that, is what slows us down. and gives each one of us. A unique style, a style, that is weak and exploitable.
But MY type of style, is too late to claim!
Just drop it, it is inevitable on what the future will hold. Just drop it, no one will help you to continue to lie.