What a Man Stands For?
It’s Nightfall; the sky’s pouring its colorless juice on everything
The trees stand still, for them; it’s another rainy day in Richmond
Have they feelings, are they beings, or anything?
The streets reflect the lights, little seas, with a short life
The sun ends and starts everything, yet she is shy
Hiding behind the thick, gray clouds, allowing them to turn day into night!
How long will the rain continue to fall? How long will other places stay dry?
A man walking down the street, no coat, no umbrella, soaked, but happy
Singing a happy song, enjoying the weather, for his body does not matter anymore
His soul is somewhere else. A soul cannot get wet, it can watch from a distance
The rain, the streets, the stars, the galaxies, no limits, no indulgence
Every man has a body and a soul, some light some heavy, and some enjoy non-existence
The ultimate freedom: To be liberated from the shackles of this fake world
To fly, so high, you no longer care where and how to land, it’s all yours to explore
What makes a man cry? What makes a man die? What makes a man defy
His most cherished values, principles, whatever, for the sake of nothing!
Life is strange, every man sees it from a different vantage point, and as they see, it is
Life is what you want it to be, change the glasses, dim the lights, or put on shades, and here’s another life
Go on, try on, put it on, no limits, no regrets, it’s only another life
Live the moment, or the past or the future, and then discover: they are all the same illusion
There is no time, no space, there is only one reality: And that is God
Believe it or not, escape it, name it, hide from it, eventually you shall face it
God is the truth, and everything else is a pure fake, go on, grab it and live with it
Claim your freedom from the so many fake gods
Relinquish your soul from the idols. Set yourself free
You’re born free, but somewhere down the path you got enslaved
To money, to pleasure, to more and more and more
Yet, there is no more when you reach the reality, that’s it. It’s everything, you don’t need more
You’re satisfied from the core out
You’re joyful like never before, like a little child
You’re home, after a long trip, to discover, that from home you had emerged, and that long trip was in vain