Snow.
The snow fall onto my fur
as my vision becomes blur.
The rest of the world is nothing,
I'm the only one with worth.
I used to feel unused.
Forgotten, erased, trash.
I finally realized my problem,
the past is now just a flash.
The pain of everyone and
the suffering of those who are alone,
it comes from the desire
to find a reason to be alive.
It's useless.
The life is just to be lived.
The proofs are already given.
The signs we get from the wind,
I wonder if everybody is blind.
No need to find more answers
for questions that are simple.
The sadness of our wolrd
comes from the excess of words.
We gather and sing together
for peace for our minds,
because those who have value
are always left behind.
We are brothers.
Qua 18 Mai 2011 18:16:50 BRT