In the dark
I was thrown into a car like bus
Became a human like others at first
I don't know where is this vehicle from
Or how far the journey it has had
What I started to do is studying myself,
And around me, and further, and the rest of that
Started with Hi, Hello, A, B, C, D, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
All that known, all that shown , all that described
You do the same no matter you like or you don't
Each thing is a machine inside machine till it broke
we speak the language that most possible
We share the knowledge that most available
Ask myself or traveling-mates "what is next stop?"
Or "Where are we going to?, these answers are lost
This is a growing and flowing life that you can't get off
On this never ending road,
There are cars that dead, cars that fixing, cars that going
Each one holds one-way-ticket to where without knowing
The coming cars from the front are heading to where we from
Wave a hand's up "Hello", we are heading to where they from
We generally know about the town they are going to hit
They generally know about the town we are going to hit
What a poor human being!
We both have failed to share it by a constant life in opposite
Are we going/coming? or Are they going/coming?
The hidden answers is no one's going or coming
We the current human are lucky to have the map for the journey
But the map only represent past history, all we get is a possibility
Crawling into unknown territory is full of unexpected uncertainties
No excuse or apology, the life we deal with, the life we feel it,
The life we directed as, the life we arrived at has no reinforcement
Rise the pride-flag up the highest you can in your days of existence
Fight the toughest work the nicest you can in your ways of techniques
We here in the dark are only for a moment, a moment of entire character
As a car inside car, as a driver inside passenger, as a passenger inside driver,
No matter what position you are in, on this road, we all are traveling visitors
Here I am as the driver, my children and my wife in the car as the passengers
Through the thick darkness wall, I control and hold the whole night and drive
Not noticing that I've arrived at my the final last stop means all my duty's done
As my car's fucked up I look back inside the car there is absolutely no one
This is perfectly peaceful cemetery
A brand new day-light is shinning
Memory in the darkness's over
Mausoleums are the only artistic architecture ever last in human culture!!!
A'karikz Yannaing
THE SECOND SECONDI was thrown into a car like bus
Became a human like others at first
I don't know where is this vehicle from
Or how far the journey it has had
What I started to do is studying myself,
And around me, and further, and the rest of that
Started with Hi, Hello, A, B, C, D, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
All that known, all that shown , all that described
You do the same no matter you like or you don't
Each thing is a machine inside machine till it broke
we speak the language that most possible
We share the knowledge that most available
Ask myself or traveling-mates "what is next stop?"
Or "Where are we going to?, these answers are lost
This is a growing and flowing life that you can't get off
On this never ending road,
There are cars that dead, cars that fixing, cars that going
Each one holds one-way-ticket to where without knowing
The coming cars from the front are heading to where we from
Wave a hand's up "Hello", we are heading to where they from
We generally know about the town they are going to hit
They generally know about the town we are going to hit
What a poor human being!
We both have failed to share it by a constant life in opposite
Are we going/coming? or Are they going/coming?
The hidden answers is no one's going or coming
We the current human are lucky to have the map for the journey
But the map only represent past history, all we get is a possibility
Crawling into unknown territory is full of unexpected uncertainties
No excuse or apology, the life we deal with, the life we feel it,
The life we directed as, the life we arrived at has no reinforcement
Rise the pride-flag up the highest you can in your days of existence
Fight the toughest work the nicest you can in your ways of techniques
We here in the dark are only for a moment, a moment of entire character
As a car inside car, as a driver inside passenger, as a passenger inside driver,
No matter what position you are in, on this road, we all are traveling visitors
Here I am as the driver, my children and my wife in the car as the passengers
Through the thick darkness wall, I control and hold the whole night and drive
Not noticing that I've arrived at my the final last stop means all my duty's done
As my car's fucked up I look back inside the car there is absolutely no one
This is perfectly peaceful cemetery
A brand new day-light is shinning
Memory in the darkness's over
Mausoleums are the only artistic architecture ever last in human culture!!!
A'karikz Yannaing
19-05-2013
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