Let me tell u a story, about another worry.
It was cold in September,
and it's something you remember.
How a man talked, as he walked.
He had a lost in his eyes,
and a life in disguise.
The man told me to look away,
when he shot me, with a killer flame.
And as that drop of bullet found it's way through my skull,
I heard a flying seagull.
The seagull told me it was all a lie
,,you are dreaming", he said, about your life.
How you give in the deep,
when you walk on a simple street.
,,Walls are closing in on her" , the bird told the man.
,,How can I even hear you, when I know I’m dead?"
Then both of them turned to me.
,,You dear person are not dead,
you're just lost in existence,
when in fact you should be in persistence.
You are alive in any way that's not dead,
but that doesn't make you real,
because you don't know how to feel.
And that's the answer, to your :
,, how come you don't see life's glory,
when it's right there", swore he.
