Mortals

Best mortals are those who have a wife,
A car, a house, a boat and don't ask questions,
When it comes to do real things, besides ideas.
Why doing words, when world is wandering around,
And you are like a drop within the sea of life.
Just find a lady to forget about love, to feel the ground,
To find a new within the field of joy and sorrow,
And lose control, the one you never had, pretending,
That you are the one who guides himself, only to find
A chance to pay attention to the bookshelf? Well, time's ending,
And days are passing by. How is your fate?
Again you've lost it. Why do you bend it, mate?
Raise up, you're descending. Rise up, forget about the landing.
You are the brave one, so don't be late, catch up,
And there will be a date, when we'll find out,
Whether you've been grate, or fool to run. Don't be afraid,
There's anyway to manny things you'll gain without being conscious.
Though it is funny. Best things they're always happen, but you think it is late...