Flying

i believe i can fly
i believe i can touch the sky

i know what goes up must come down
i know i will plummet and hit the ground
i know i will accused of the illegal suicide
i know i will never get to say goodbyes
i know i will not be understood
i know that death is no interlude

it is permanent
it is a forever sleep
it has no waking

just retreat
just rest

yes, rest
rest in pieces

Some present thoughts:
"Arhhh Motherland! All hail! Let it hail!"
''Happilife Insurance: Live your life flippantly and happily. You'll die anyway. You won't get anything out of it so wadeva"
"Am I on belay? No, but climb on anyway. You'll die sooner or later"
"I think I should do my vork"
"Yeah... maybe"