My whole life seems to be a kind of mess,
Mix of God and the evil in endless fight.
Every step is not easy, but interest
Doesn’t give any reason to sleep this night.
When the life fully crashes I take a hit,
Forget everything like a dementia girl
And it seems every day something incomplete
And I try to get out, to run or crawl
Far away. Even further than I can see…
Carpe diem. Don’t worry about all that.
Live the moment. The thing is just to be.
There is no future, no past, no end.