He 。。。

He will never know what he has done 。。。

He can never know 。。。

Like a star, a meteor, an apple 。。。

He fell and drowned into the sea 。。。

And so the story ends 。。。


Ashes to Ashes 。。。

Dust to Dust 。。。

He is no dust nor ashes 。。。

Where to belong 。。。


Energy he is 。。。

With no direction 。。。

Instant energy 。。。

He is 。。。


A sand of yesterday 。。。

A sun of today 。。。

But a black hole of tomorrow 。。。

Brings only destruction 。。。


Nothing can ever make sense 。。。

When he is tomorrow 。。。

                                                                           




I will go now，

To the green land .

Where no tress were cut ,

Where no hearts were broken ,

Where rivers flow only Love .


I will go now,

To the next station.

With pavement of grass,

With road of dreams,

With time forever running backwards.

                                                                           

Earth is never the right place for human,

It is too well created.

Air full of life ,

Water full of spirit.

And so life full of happiness .



And so when happiness exists ,

Sorrow, horror, terror, fear, exist .

Thus the seven sins .


I hate the world .

Although for once I loved it so much .