In what is perceived as crisis, a true self is revealed.
Hello, my old friend, do not fear the end.
Life isn’t a trend, it is a runway of style.
Let’s put each other’s shoes and walk a mile.
Point compass dial to the mystic Nile, and we’ll sing with Oompa Loompas.
Through tears and smiles of sunbursts, I look for my mind.
Sometimes, this trip beautifully hurts, but I’m too excited to decline.
And there are times when I feel sad, but it’s kind of a funny story.
I’m in a movie where I pretend that there is always another morning.
And yes, I can guess the end, but I ignore it, since physical life is one, big yearning.
This life on screen, it can feel so lonely, being watched but whose eyes are on me?
Although, I do not care. My story is upon me……….