I thought we were the best
When we were running for money,
We were on hype, we were mean of success.
But there is a tar in every barrel of honey,
And his famous name is continuous stress.
It hurts so much, it’s like an artillery,
It cuts every hair from your burning head,
Like razor blade with free instant delivery,
It’s near artery. One move is left.
Look, you are living in front of a mirror,
Is your reflection like man from behind?
And how will he judge you, greedy time killer,
Will he point on you or will he be blind?
Deal with yourself. Deal like you are dreaming.
Life is fairytale while you are fair,
Take time to have rest and do healthy living.
Otherwise it’s becoming you worst nightmare.