Have you ever felt that you don’t want to be a grown-up
That you want to run in your mom’s arms and cry till there are no tears
And she’ll look at you saying that “It will be alright”
And even if you know it’s not true, you’ll believe her
Or run, run away, at the edge of time,
And close your eyes and fell nothing
Just piece of eternity destroying the material you?
Have you ever felt the wilderness of your body when there is no more soul?