will never know

ugly babyes
never seen that cute
funny faces
never seen that good.

people living
riding bikes
running on the streets,
people dying
smoking pipes
laying on the bars.


that's the way it goes
that's the way it is
is not about what you say
is about what you see.

it's not about what you want
is about what you need.

empty bottles on the gutter
ashtrays full of pain
maybe you're not going further,
maybe you're just getting insane.

what about that old pretty song,
that your grandma used to hear
on the local station, one evening in
1933, when she was just a girl
and never wonder you'll be here?

it's part of past
and on the past there it is
and like that evening of your grandma
all these lonely nights will dismiss

like the waves of the ocean
blowing on the rocks
and returning to the sea

despite the flow
you'll still wonder
why do things in these life
come and go?

and the truth is
that in the end
you and no one
will ever know.