The Eyes Of Someone Who Believed

It's unknown how we got here, told stories we had no reason to doubt. Some people try to build you up, with good intentions at the start. But the truth is the way to go, not some fantasy bus of destiny. To break down somewhere lonely, where you learn what's going on. everyone looks at you like your... some kind of a dummkopf. Like you have been long living, under the proverbial flat rock. When actually no one explained, what you should have known already. For the pure child might just not know, living a life of sorrow and poverty. Maybe that fantasy bus of destiny... starts looking pretty good as lives go. For everyone's life will be cut short, with a list of things to do close by. Some people say the next life... is where the real living is found, and it all starts with a little bit of faith. Like the faith instilled in your mother, when first she looked at you with... the eyes of someone who believed!