Ego, big, unstoppable.
Anger, sadness and painful.
It was you, it was me, it was…
No hate, no judgment.
Understanding and open doors, so that the wind can flow through.
Waves of tears to submerge the tip of the iceberg.
Until it breaks.
New water flows into rivers of joy.
I’ll see you pass by, and I’ll be glad.
I’m still growing.
I’m still better
Mayday…or May Die?
That’s up to you…
Eitherways I’ll see your corpse passing by.