Life Will Go On

I will go to sleep tonight
The music will play from afar
Life will go on

The voices will murmur in laughter and secrecy
The wind will blow through the trees
Centipedes will crawl absentmindedly on the ground in the path of fire ants

The shade from the sun will turn to night
From night, turning to day
The sun will rise and the cold mood will disappear

As the seasons change
As the fall leaves die and fall
So another part of my soul will die
And life will go on

It will move when I am not watching it
It will drag me by the collar and pull me towards the future
Though I don't want it
The sands slipping everything into place

Everything into where it must be
Everything moving
Constantly moving
My head is ringing at the change
I can't hold onto any constancy

Life will go on
I will cry in the dark
Feeling hopelessly childish and stupid
Life will always go on without me

Maybe even for a moment
It might just slow down
I might find the parade has slowed down and I can hop on
I can join the parade
Seeing all the colors, lights, sounds and the people that I have only dreamed about
But the parade will grow tiring
I will be seen as a useless floats
All useless floats must get off

Then I will be wandering again
Then I will be exploring the empty streets under blazing street lamps
My heart will never rest
Not until it's last breath

And life will go on
Life will forget me
As you have
Cruel and punishing me
As you believe I deserve
I will be whipped and slashed by it's hands
Always and always
A never-ending nightmare

And life will go on
Even after I am dead
Even after the whispers of my life are no longer ringing through the cosmos
After my accomplishments and my dreams
My relationships and my loves
All my tragedies will fall away

And life will go on
It will always go on
For me and for you
It keeps going

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