The fool of old, perhaps, his word was gold?
And here began eternity, in fall it’s always been – summer, winter, spring and you.
Light up. You do have a choice.
Light up, light up – As if you have a choice…
Dreams, dreams… At all costs?
What else is more beautiful, than a sky full of stars?
Disclaimer: Only for serious dreamers.
Leaving just will not happen.
Walk the path, how you might fail – stand up again, again, again.
“Oh, from the furnace, hot as hell, and where suffering never stops!”
