He just lived his life without taste of it. Or maybe he chose the different way to go. Bigger than life, larger than sea, His dreams were like a wind blow In scorching heat.
He was the man I sometimes See in the mirror.
He'd nothing but hate and contempt For all the people, Who are still in the chains Of greed While swimming in the sea Of money, Who pray when there is no more faith, Who hunt when they are not hungry.
"I'm tired…" I read it in his eyes. "I'm so tired… So world please let me go."
It was a monday morning As fresh as grass growing up And clouds going over And butterflies coming down can make it… The land did not move, But moved. The sea was not still, Yet was still... Sound mixed with sound, Stillness with stillness…
And there was no tragedy... They didn't die. "They just went away. They all just went away."
Everyone in the world was gone And everything was starting over Again.