Rowing against the tide no more. Just too tired anywhere to go. Can I just sway with the wind? And whatever else that it may bring. Some judge my intentions to the core. They fail to understand I have absolutely nothing anymore. Nothing to gain. All in vain. Nothing to lose I just want to snooze. When I close my eyes at night. In my dreams when they're shut tight. Then morning comes. Again routine begun. Another day, another way. Sail away, sail away, sail away. Do you know the difference between life and death? There's nothing worthwhile left to bet. A dead person has no awareness. You can stomp on his grave and bones in carelessness. None of his senses. No joy or offences. No pain he feels. Neither physical nor reel. You can throw whatever at him. Verbal abuses or break his limb. The heart feels no emotion. And the mind is free of tension. Dead men are silenced forever. And they can no longer feel pleasure. Food and wine, they care for none. To follow suit someday, everyone. Sail away, sail away, sail away. These ashes of mine at the bay. -RUELHA www.ruelha.com © Copyright Protected. All Rights Reserved
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