And so I lay down,
to accept tranquility,
to welcome eternity;
But the clamour never shuts.

Thus the ones in black and yellow,
like itself, only a different form;
Forward and backward,
the never-ending process.

Its annoying buzz,
its disturbing moves;
As life itself,
to ignore and smile.

Liars are survivors,
lying is surviving;
"Why smile?",
you ask.

And I said,
"To Live".