Walking the streets, no directions just wandering

in my head a song plays over and over again

I feel like i should burst out and sing

but i think of my fellowman

so i restrain myself

im just not that kind of man

my singingvoice should reamin on a dusty shelf

As i walk, other things pop up in my head

what happens when we leave this existens

what happens when were dead

some say the soul carries on up to someone called god

others say we will be reborn, over and over again

until we raeched the state of Nirvana, and the we will become pure energy

and join the great cosmos

Life is easier if you have something to belive in

we need to belive, there is something more to life

than just poverty and war

myself...i dont have any faith

we will probably just be food for the worms.