... bara jag som har tråkigt...

A life is a life, but still a illusion of a dream we once hade.
A silence of hatred and love people cant take.
A dream we once hade.
A life I once lived.
A illusion we cant control.
the fear we live of, while the death is peaceful waiting to open it’s door.
A dream that wont stop and take all you got.
It will break you, tear you down.
Take your life silently waiting for the moment to go out the door.
Don’t fight, don’t judge.
Go down the road, the sun and moon will welcome you.
The grass will play, like nothing changed.
The tree whispers.