no, no, no... or... could it be... 'yes'?
It really does not matter, it does not. No, it does not. Not... Not... Not...
One day I'll cease to exist - it might be a road accident, it might be a prolonged decease, it might be weakness of old age, it might be a snake bite... anything in fact that my body or mind would not be able to cope with... the subtle wind will leave my body - the chakra at the level of the heart - and carry forward the memories & karmic imprints of this life... my many smiles and frowns, hope and fears, mood swings, all the joy, happiness, bitterness, sorrow, my high-heel shoes, the favorite Indian chai, my friends and family, my foes and enemies, my irritations and insights, the quiet Krishna garden, the toothless grin of a rickshaw wallah, books & colorful lamps, the sky above Bylakuppe - this All Will Be Gone - I almost hear N'la's soft voice - 'gOne' with a strong Dutch accent... Does This All Really Make Sense?..
Love forgotten a few months after the last phone call...
Best friends turning into strangers - you wonder what could you talk about for hours?..
Antagonism - you won't even remember what it was all about...
Heart aching... Heart pouncing... The ground lost and your head's spinning...
The only thing you are left with is the clouds in the sky... Be as good as you can... cause this does not make sense anyways. No it does not.
The last thing I wanna prove is that someone is wrong. let everyone be right. Happy?..
One day I'll cease to exist - it might be a road accident, it might be a prolonged decease, it might be weakness of old age, it might be a snake bite... anything in fact that my body or mind would not be able to cope with... the subtle wind will leave my body - the chakra at the level of the heart - and carry forward the memories & karmic imprints of this life... my many smiles and frowns, hope and fears, mood swings, all the joy, happiness, bitterness, sorrow, my high-heel shoes, the favorite Indian chai, my friends and family, my foes and enemies, my irritations and insights, the quiet Krishna garden, the toothless grin of a rickshaw wallah, books & colorful lamps, the sky above Bylakuppe - this All Will Be Gone - I almost hear N'la's soft voice - 'gOne' with a strong Dutch accent... Does This All Really Make Sense?..
Love forgotten a few months after the last phone call...
Best friends turning into strangers - you wonder what could you talk about for hours?..
Antagonism - you won't even remember what it was all about...
Heart aching... Heart pouncing... The ground lost and your head's spinning...
The only thing you are left with is the clouds in the sky... Be as good as you can... cause this does not make sense anyways. No it does not.
The last thing I wanna prove is that someone is wrong. let everyone be right. Happy?..