| Like a bird, I was flying Like a fish, I was swimming I was being part of nature For the last time, I was leaving. I was leaving this creation But was heading for another I was so sure, no opinion It’s like heading to your father I was happy, little homesick But still hungry for one more bite This is beauty, this is perfect Where was I then? Or was I blind? Life seems simple, very basic I feel stupid, I feel cheated Was it hidden from all of us? Mine was boiling, overheated. |