Laughter from the insults begins with things that will come.
From dust particles and ashes that return in the wind.
I see you more than you can see yourself.
We don't have to hold hands and sing songs to connect.
Hell
I never will shed tears and ask for your respect,
but understand that time has no name.
Understand that the grey you see is a fraction of life.
Life that claims us beyond stupidity,
Life we live inside/outside the community.
Brace yourself for what's coming,
even though
you know nothing.