He just lived his life without taste of it.
Or maybe he chose the different way to go.
Bigger than life, larger than sea,
His dreams were like a wind blow
In scorching heat.

He was the man I sometimes 
See in the mirror.

He'd nothing but hate and contempt
For all the people,
Who are still in the chains 
Of greed 
While swimming in the sea 
Of money,
Who pray when there is no more faith,
Who hunt when they are not hungry.

"I'm tired…"
I read it in his eyes.
"I'm so tired…
So world please let me go."

It was a monday morning 
As fresh as grass growing up 
And clouds going over
And [bad word] down can make it…
The land did not move, 
But moved.  
The sea was not still, 
Yet was still...
Sound mixed with sound, 
Stillness with stillness…

And there was no tragedy...
They didn't die.
"They just went away.
They all just went away."

Everyone in the world was gone 
And everything was starting over
Again.