See though an hole

What future holds

Can’t say nothing but the truth

Which ever whatever

We go we see nothing but the cold

When are we gonna say or when can we say

When this is gonna over

Grey color bit by bit hug the body

All the younger colors turn to the darkest hours

When are people gonna survive the unsurvival

Left behind things never will be left behind

Since this is a circle, everything will be back in no time

No love or no hate wastes nothing but life

There must be something on the water

Which we haven’t seen but tried to see, not have seen

Finally, it will all hug everyone except the death

All the younger self turns to the wrong thing

What can we say or what can we do

Maybe it’s over

We’ll see

Is our mind museum to look after every minute to see if there have any dust around it

Yes, there is I think

Holding a grudge back of our heads

To each other

Hating one another

What a dustbin we holding to ourselves

There’s no sweet talk to each other

Going on and going on around you and myself

Clearness of your mind

It will keep you out of trouble

When it comes to clearing your dustbin

You have to clear it entirely without respect

Every day is a challenge

That’s what I’m hearing

Is it really necessary to make this keep going on?