Breathing
Without thinking
Crying
Without feeling
Loving
Without caring
Fighting
Without knowing
We do so every day
A part of our living
Never think about dying
As if it wasn’t part of our stay
Then your best friend dies
No matter if man or beast
In a muddy grave he lies
And things change at least
Breathing
Thinking about why
Crying
Feeling life can die
Loving
Caring about a lie
Fighting
Knowing about the sky
Walking
As in trance
Sensing
The last chance
I could cry for love
I could pray to Jove
But it seems not important
Not anymore
Because up he’ll never stand
Forever no more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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