The whim the fancy of the life you lead,
you know how granted you haven taken this to be!
when love comes in the way of most,
why not take it along your roads.
we wait and wait for the time to be green,
when it does we wait and wait for it to be red,
give me a break is what runs through our head.
you can die only when you know you can survive,
even that won’t give the righteous peace.
the journey to end is what we seek!
the wisest, the poorest, the winners, the wanderers, the seekers,
you all meet at the same ends.
you follow your way to the same,
how are you different from one another I demand to know.
you are an angel or the devil,
you are the same soul,
who comes here and is gone,
to become a part of nothing and everything that exists.