You died, to find the new love.
Then you realised it wasn't what you thought it were.
You died, to become the sky.
Then you realised it wasn't anything you've seen from below.
You died, to slip out the outher side.
Then you realised it wasn't the sweet apple, but the sour
lemon.
You died, to escape.
Then you realised the true path to salvation, lies in your
living.
You died, to see the colours.
Then you realised the colours was black and white.
You died, to hear the quietness.
Then you realised all you heard was your regret.
You died, to stop your frantic running.
Then you realised,
The running was truly existing.
