Seeing where it ends - all life
under a cold stone with inscription
Like a pressure cabin to keep the memory fresh
Is it real? Or are we only afraid to forget?
Actually, more afraid to be forgotten ourselves
Once in time - when no sign marks our paths in life
Witnessing - so anybody is forced to memorize
When we don´t fill our time with anything
If we are too serious to make somebody laugh
If we are too smooth to earn anybodies sympathy
When we left all behind and noone is left anymore.
When we passed away and everything left
Is nothing to witness.