Invisible tears streaming down my face
These tears that you can not see,
It’s almost as if they were not there to begin with
Like its some ******-somatic reaction to something I have no longer
As if,  I might always have some kind of longing to the yesterday
How memory leads us to believe the past is some idealist future
When I find out what life has to offer, the stars that went out
We fall back in love with the light
And green grasses will pave the way to the end
And everything will fall into the place as it should, on the chessboard of life