Because I read some books and I was at museums. Because I made no money, Because I was handsome, Because I travelled by bike, Because I was not arrogant, A bunch of people seemed to hate me. I never met most of these people, I only heard of them. The only people I saw were the ones who carried me love, And there were not many those people. It was not easy to forget about the ones I heard Hated me, and ****, some of them were actually accomplished names. I closed the book, but I kept on reading, I watched my move a million times, But I did not understand myself any better. But because I read some books, Because I made no money, This was the life I made for myself. Years later, I decided to look at what I accomplished, And I watched myself in the mirror, like an old movie, I hated who I saw. And now he was the guy who died, after I stayed.