Life's not an about
It is that
Life's a "what"
The places where you live and die

We only sing for the good ones
Sometimes for the bad plans
But we forget about the grey times
Places in between the lines

The moment when the poles unite
The window where the worlds collide
A place where you run and hide
The starting point, the initial pride

No celebrations left to grind
No grievances either put to high
A resting land to ease your mind
No expectations or thoughts rewined

Learn to care for the one behind
You may fall on your own back
Run through places but leave a track
Come on back, enjoy the sight

You burn yourself with glory now
But be polite and don't pollute
We'll trust, no need to take a vow
Go fly but bring your parachute