the other day,
if you can't see,
still it's you.

the other day,
if you can't hear,
still it's you.

the other day,
if you can't talk and taste,
still it's you.

the other day,
if you can't smell anymore,
still it's you.

the other day,
if you are paralysed and numb,
still it's you.

Who are you?

if you think,
you can escape,
muting this body,
then go try it,
there will be;
the other day.

i know a boy,
who tend to tour alone,
the strangest places,
stay among the strangest ones.

i asked him, why so?
he replied, to face.
i asked, what?
he replied, the other day, the most unknown one.

i know a boy,
who tend to tour alone,
the darkest places,
stay among the fearing ones.

i asked him, why so?
he replied, to learn.
i asked, what?
he replied, the other day, the darkest one.

i know a boy,
who tend to let go,
the dearest ones,
the most useful ones.

i asked him, why so?
he replied, to accept.
i asked, what?
he replied, the other day, true faces come out.

i know a boy,
who tend to give away,
the hardest achievements,
the longest gains.

i asked him, why so?
he replied, to remind.
i asked, what?
he replied, the other day, nothing belongs to me.

i know a boy,
who tend to start again,
from the very zero,
without any hands to help.

i asked him, why so?
he replied, that's the truth
i asked, what truth?
he replied, the other day, none belongs to me.
every other day is new,
and i can't escape.