I took them to the spring of heaven,
But alas! They called my name by raven.
I told them to bathe in the river of elixir,
...
They heard a symphony, they heard a sweet voice
They didn't know my heart cracked
It was that noiseI built, they bent
They break, I mend, but it repeats the same
...
Life is like a rollercoaster,
Sometimes it goes fast or slower,
Sometimes it goes high or lower.
Some are in joy, their hair is blowing,
...
I have within me a strange theatre
a stage
and seats for visitors.
They are outside of me.
...
Ant
I took them to the spring of heaven,
But alas! They called my name by raven.
I told them to bathe in the river of elixir,
They thought I wanted them to drown deep.
I took them to the garden where flowers are born,
They cursed me because they got stuck in the thorns.
I took them to the mountain, at the highest peak,
They said, to throw them, it was my trick.
In the rain, with my pain, at heart,
I wonder what I have that got them hurt.
I want to find what is there that convinces against me,
I want to see, in the brain, where is the ant?
I would, if I could, but I can't.
Sunset displays that not in every end there lies tragedy
Sometimes reality is nothing but the fictions believed unquestioningly
Also chaos has a discipline It doesn't follow any order.
Life is like a rollercoaster Sometimes it goes fast or slower Sometimes it goes high or lower