We are and we have never been.

Why is that we even care about a category such as husband? Wife?
What is all of the whirlwind of life?
Where do we go and what do we see,
If all we have ever been and have never - is free.
The freedom doesn't exist,
You're here, I'm here,
We are on the list
Of life.
But all turn to dust,
Our souls reborn into new
But old rust.
We are humans guided by pain, by violence, by lust.

That's the conclusion.

I'm hanging like a
Being.
Experiencing, feeling,
Seeing.
I'm hanging like a
Being.
On a thread that's thin and
Freeing.
Freedom, the beauty, illusion,
The lies and the truth,
Life is a fusion.
We're fucked up humans,
The end.
That's the conclusion.

Done.

Go and play with human's mind,
See the words we have behind.
Ask for things you'll never see.
Breathe. It wasn't meant to be.

For more you're in, for more you leave,
Done with things you don't receive.
Tried to go along with words,
Ended up. Bare hands. Sharp swords.