I've never thought about it twice about how my life needed some more spice I guess I only realised it a while ago when the thought entered my head to say no No, to the way things were going to resist the direction the stream was flowing grasped the nearest branch hanging of an old tree pulled myself on the shore and opened my eyes to see a whole new country with possibilities all around me made me, for the first time in a long time, feel free life offers most at unexpected times setting new rules and creating lines roads being opened to all sorts of new places the meeting and greeting of new faces a new chapter in anyone's life could hold happiness or strife but basically that's what life's about and more You never really know what it has in store behind every corner there's a new surprise good or bad, truth or lies the basis on which everyone builds their lives to ponder and make up their minds The question if there's ever a correct answer is never asked because no answer ever lasts You can go on making plans or live day by day but in the end you're never sure it'll go your way I've stopped making demands of my future I've stopped making demands of my life I've stopped making demands guided by dreams I've decided to live life day by day and create
Distant lands filled with nothing but sand faint sounds of a starving marching band playing that final song before they're gone they march on in a place where they don't belong. These images flash through my head as I stare into his dying eyes He averts them and stares out the window, enforces the disguise He doesn't want to be confronted with the pain embedded on his soul He still feels restless and uneasy even though his body is failing and getting old I can't help but feel sorry for him, but I leave him be It's hard for him, the swelling of tears in his eyes is for everyone to see The burden that he's carrying is something I'll probably never know and in essence, it's irrelevant, not something anyone should show He coughs loudly and wipes away his tears the alcohol in the beer he's drinking is supposed to wash away his fears His weary eyes close for a minute and then they open as the train slows down He guzzles down the last drops of beer and looks outside with a frown He gets up, muffles his coughing, and gets off the train Leaving me wondering if, one day, I'll end up the same His smell still lingers as the train moves on..
