The Sun and the Ocean

It’s hard to live when you know your life has expiration date
We, desperate, seeking for answers, for a sign of hope, for love
Waiting the beats from the choices we did, judging, thinking, crying, suffering, transforming the life in the worst fable possible, looking for the endless happiness.

I saw a bird singing a lullaby and I asked him - for whom are you crying my friend?
Behind the mirror, questions and questions, you want the world, but sometimes he has better plans. And nobody is suppose to care, that’s why the ocean is so big. And salty.

Covering him, we have the sun.
The sun is extremely large. Everyone want it. Touch it. Feel it.
Behind the mirror, answers and answers – You want it and you have it.
For seconds, minutes, hours, days and maybe some years.

You are a funny guy.
No. I’m not.
I’m just a grieve guy with amusing jokes. And maybe joyful stories.

They have a useful plan for us.
The church, your president, your mother, your boss.
They know what they are doing.
Let them control the universe and enjoy your dream.
Cause at the end, you will die.
You can make a son and put a name on him.
He will remember you.
He will, maybe, cry for you.

Don't worry:
At the very deep end, you’ll understand (probably, I hope)
It was all part of the plan. ( I hope too)

You shouldn’t cry, you should laugh.
Life is priceless.
But don’t get confused.
You will die. Everyone dies right?

….And you never, you never will get that.
You can touch the ocean. But you can’t touch the sun.
Just forget about it. The war is over and you lost it. Not because of you, not because of your choices, but because it never existed.