So in the moment
I am looking
At my past,
Asking:
So was that my life?
Was THAT my life really?!
And, is that all?

How sad it was then!
If it was my life...
When I look at my past...

When it was my life...
If it was my life...

But it was my life.
And I cannot believe that
We were like ants... or I was
A moth flying to the light
Of the candle
To be burnt before enjoying
My sad life.

Your nice life.
Happy life, folks!