Don't build a castle on a sand!
Don't hold the wind by craving hand!
Don't count time that has been spent
on all those clueless thoughts and dreams.
I bet, I know, not all went as intent?
Not everything might be repent,
not everything might be redeemed.
The world is not as what its seems.
Somehow, often were we madly glad
for nothing or for something bad:
for booze and drugs and jive in bed.
And after all, the tired mind lost in smoke.
The world has melted at sunset
And left the soul in deep regret.
There is nothing left of what you felt.
Awakness comes at ones like stroke.
Unreal world has broke too fast
And turned all dreams into the dust.
No glimt, no light are in the cast -
There is nothing really as it seems.
The wind is blowing too fast -
No victories, rewards or teams,
No feeling were as love or trust.
Just cooling wind inside an agonizing steam!