27 February 2013
When first hand knowledge blows away
Even on the brightest of days
When everyone seems to go their own ways
Not joined by sacrifice
Worry or care
The knowledge we knew
Disappears to nowhere
If you take nothing of this
Pretend you don't care
Remember that not everything goes somewhere
Some things they sit or may reach farther behind
Some will grow flowers and sprout to the sky
And when no one has a worry or care for the next
Well what more can we expect?
What Do You Expect • Opuss № I