In a trial I fight slow, I turn left right is a no.
I see lines being colored by time, not by the brush I call mine
I see dust and I swipe it off, it turned to crust
My skin under is untouched.
I want life, not boredom
death is boredom too
If you believe in a life beyond death
you you will have to wait your quest
But if you live only for this
what is the point what is the quiz?
You gather you gather you hold dear
you avoid, hide, isolate
only to see death as if nothing was done by thee
If nothing is what awaits me
or Heaven or Hell at the end
I will act the same,
and I will toil to be happy
no other purpose is ahead of me.
P.S the link to my shop collection: http://gotclicks2.com/KCFK95FAb