You see how it is?
it ends that
something does not go by itself
to die
it stays inside you
it moves with you
it walks
it breathes your strength and on the skin
it writes the name it gives you
you see how
you see?
a man doesn't go die on his own
it turns into a thought
it feeds on you
and speaks for you
It buys your mind
blows up the defenses
It silences your accusations
It makes you breathe just an hour
then returns again and again
It lives with you
It lives
silent inside you
but lives
and if it lives, it's on you
if it dies, it's of you
and talks about you
and it grows accustomed to an idea
that basically you want it alive
and lives with you
It lives
opens inside you
then lives
and waits for the best time
to grow again
it finishes with your day
and starts again when you can not
send it away.
An Idea can't die
You make it die and it lives, lives, lives
It goes silent in you
It lives in you
It lives with you
It lives
silent inside you
but it lives
and it waits for the best time
to grow again.