If you happened for a reason
Then all you do will be of no meaning
We’ll go pass the season
With not one single feeling
Chance is there to be seized
But choices lead towards paralysis
All these memories diseased
Don’t bother for further analysis
Once I’ve made up my mind
I’ll walk that desolate path alone
My creator gave me no sign
I’ll make the decision on my own
A numb embrace in the cold
One last kiss to depart from the past
One last sentiment to unfold
Hoping that at least the image will last
If your existence is of a purpose
It will be a meaning that you created
An unmasked clown in the circus
Receiving his blowjob, long-awaited
We deserve what we earn
Moreover, we’re doomed to be free
With several lessons to learn
A long journey awaits me
P-chan (c) 2012
