Noone thinks he-s gonna die,
In fact...noone wants to think he-s aging
The obvios question is Why,
Of course because they wanna be imortal..
The road back is long and bumpy
So as the road forth
Because the paveway
Is carved with pain and loath,
Because the so called life goes forth
Alone...leaving behind
Piles of lonelyness and
Remorse between the piles
Of unimportant dead remains
of those who once taught
they were
Imortal