One more time
Show me how to live
One more time
Just let me be
Like the crow overlooking a corpse
Let it be;
Nothing but meat,
Lifeless without a soul.
Like dolls in a museum,
Eyes overlooking on its admirers.
What are you thinking?
What do you see?
The future is a mold,
Of dirt and clay.
Put down the hammers and tools,
But don't remove your hands.
The future holds a light,
But after the light, comes darkness.
Like day, then night.
The sun, then the moon.
Darkness claims the half-hearted.
Decision makers, to decision followers.
The pouring blood,
The missing vision.
Speaking what my mind thinks.
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