Well like a descendant, I drifted far, far and wide. Isolation, separation, no where to hide. Maybe there's somewhere I can go. Where there's sunshine and the wind won't blow.
Living with myself is hard enough. So I get away when things get rough. Famine, strife, and thoughts of war. Matter less than the dress she wore. . Ignorance is bliss.
What is the point of suffering?. What is the purpose of joy?. Is it true that the winner dies. With the most toys?. . A lifetime spent for a dollar. A lifetime twisting in pain.