Waste of Time

The grief left its mark In too tender souls, It doesn't matter how old we are, We all don't like to listen. There are a lot of lies around, To break our will, And everyone says: "Don't be sad», And I'm running alone in the field again. Wild thoughts are pounding in my head, Which sometimes frighten the soul. And these thoughts carried me Where the lights don't go on. You don't want consequences For seeing the world differently, But you are already the cause of disaster, And a symbol of strange failure. None of you understand, That our lives are measured out a little. No one raises the issue, That we spend it on 100 quirks. When you become just dust, Everyone will forget about you forever, All your Affairs will be forgotten What will you do then?