Little Scheme
Why did they take my love away
I’ll never get a clear answer
Just put any reason in what I call “they”
If there is a reason, enhance it
But I talk to myself, am I?
There is no purpose, no need
Death just comes up, and you die
You’ve no more time to complete
Its over and done in one moment
And nothing is left to discuss
This world of pain is a torment
Let it scatter my handful of dust!
What’s so dictinctive this ritual tells
The same sorrowful words will be said
But I’m just myself, and nobody else
In the grand scheme of living with dead
One night I’m to follow my love in a dream
When she will call me, I’ll go
That’s an alternative, my little scheme
About the big world people know.
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