Rainrainrain and more rain,
my prayers were all in vain.
Maybe gods drink too much of wine,

which then turns into water,
and then we curse the wet weather.
Some kind of anti-miracle.

In a mirror, we always look older
and we believe that it lies.
We blame it for every wrinkle:
Okay then, you lie, but why?!

How rude of mirror to do so,
like literally in the face!?
We give it so much attention
and what in return? Disgrace!

Or perhaps we do look older
indeed, and it doesn't lie.
Perhaps we lie to ourselves
and maybe we know well why.

This life feels like a prison,
but everything happens for a reason,
at least that is what they say.
All I can do is swallow my pride
and obey.

Until the guard will come to me one day,
and shout: Hey, you! You've done your time!
And now we have to take you away!
Okay?!

Okay.

Luxury
is something your life
would be miserable without.

How can the king help you,
if he doesn't even know
that you exist?

Don't watch the clouds;
watch the sky.
I give this advice
to myself.

Everyone needs Peace,
but not everyone has the courage
to admit it.