LIFE OF MEN

A heart may never heal

No cure, no remedy

A soul will never steal

Too pure, too free

A body shunned to the moors

Cracks suffocated in time

A mind of thumping hooves

From cradle to mountain-climb

— — — — — — — — — — —

Space and time, divide us all

Splitting us into pieces like alcohol

Warm and happy evade us all

Weak Puppets who crawl and bawl

Feeling doll

Pace by pace, it’s a race!

And at the end : death awaits,

Looks and speaks: “closed case”.

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