Ha-ha, he tries to find some meaning,
Such a funny living being..
He is accomplishing some stuff,
He never thinks it is enough..
He thinks his thoughts will impact the reality,
And this is clarity.. for him..
He didn't know, there is no meaning,
He was wrong from the beginning.
And when his end was a tiny bit of him,
It finally occurred to him,
He saw it in his daughter's eyes,
The love, the passion, no disguise...
What did he miss?
He missed enjoying all this bliss..
Living, tasting, playing, longing,
seeing, touching, smelling, walking,
Louthing, crying, there's so much...
he missed it all along,
And just before the last gong,
He realized..
He had to think, to plan.. to do..
But in the meantime, he forgot to live..

There's no deny we have our will,
the will to suffer or to drill.
To drill to master the emotions,
make devotions, sail the oceans.
Of course it matters, our will,
but somehow it just makes me ill.
Because the willings and desires, are all the weapons of the liars.
They make you think you have a will,
but in the end its just their reel.
Before you know it, you are caught,
and even though you think you fought,
the truth is that you were defeated,
the moment your desires heated.

It's so hard at the beginning,
Even though you seek its meaning,
Almost impossible to reach,
It's such a pitch..
But as the time goes by, You try, you cry,
And soon enough, it's not so tough.
It becomes a habit, in which an effort is a stranger,
It's a game changer..
So all you need is repetition?
That's all your mission?
Well, there's just one thing you should beware of:
ones your habit is established,
it's not so easy to get off.
So better choose them well,
Unless you want to be in hell.

It's not so easy, to take it easy.
When the pain is making you dizzy,
And the mind is busy,
With attempts to take it ******* easy.
Yea, sometimes its hard to be grateful for the pain,
Sometimes the unpleasant circumstances fall on you like a pouring rain,
And you just stand under it,
getting all wet,
Covered by the pain's giant net.
At least it's not boring, you say to yourself, it is god trying to entertain..
Himself? Myself?
another cold shiver runs through my body,Please, help, anybody?
That's it, it's not worth it, screaming my brain,
Take me out of this burning rain!
What can I do?, I'm getting insane!