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.