Everything has its own beginning,
And everything has its logical end.
Some might say that stones stay forever,
But even stones time turns to sand.
All what you think is so important for you:
Compassions, fears, love & hate,
All you victories & disappointments
You'll leave behind the cemetery gates.
At the end…
All our life we keep on running, but to nowhere,
Like stupid dog that chases its own tail.
And at the end of our life we will discover
That all our lifetime we spent in jail.
'Cause we are prisoners of our own ambitions,
Wishes and lust. And by the way,
Are you sure that all these things will be forgotten
On over side of cemetery gates?