The PIG looked up and explained the secret of life to the sky.
He said:
If you look closer, you’ll see the ugly things in me. But if you look deeper than that you’ll see how beautiful I really am.
Don’t let my bacon fool you. Turn off your bright, move with the truth, but shine with your lies, so nobody can see you, nobody will know who you really are….
Please! Don’t fool yourself. You better move with the lies too. Don’t you dare show the truth… because the world can’t take it. Don’t even you can…
so shine with your clouds closed, dream while you’re awake tough daydreaming never last
Don’t waste your time and capture the stars, the stars by your side, the ones that won’t ever fall. Steal their light and hide it in you black. Because that will be the only pure thing that you will ever have.
Turn, turn, turn sky, so smooth so light that you feel the wind. Hold that feeling strong, so you can become, become moving air, learning his power. His ability to touch without being seen. His talent to move with such velocity that you disturb the sea….destroy the weak… and finally make calm. Create peace, the thing that the sun needs…the missing piece in the broken soul…the thing that the Earth’s been looking for, but never seem to find, maybe because it wasn’t mean to. It was hidden deep in our black…like the silence of the lamp? Screaming to stay alive (beeeehhh)…
so it can start over making everything right. This time, this life, this last chance to feel truly, deeply and madly ALIVE.
Stop the rain! Shut up sky! It doesn’t end here, this is just the beginning, the start of our quest for peace, but we wont find it because we aren’t the wind, that’s the true reason ,that’s the final answer, but it isn’t the meaning of life. The meaning begins when I told you to Turn, so…Turn! Turn! Turn fast! So smooth, so light, so you wont fall like the stars (the ones of your sky) that you NOW have their light (deep in you black)…
so be the star, stay put, walk right, reach for you light, the one so pure and white that when you look closer you can’t see the day or the night, and at the same time you saw yourself for the first time.
That’s the secret of life, being able to start again, when fallen we are, seeing the day when its pitch black. We have to die and revive again until we find the happiness that was in front of our eyes, the whole time, our whole life, that love From: You To: yourself that’s so difficult to find. Find it and hold it tight, let it go, and give it back. That’s the real light from the stars. The ones who will guide you in your walk trough the dark paths of all the hours of this borrowed nonexistent time that some called:
L I F E.
The Pig recited his poem but the sky never answered. Maybe the sky thought: “Ill listen when pigs fly”
He said:
If you look closer, you’ll see the ugly things in me. But if you look deeper than that you’ll see how beautiful I really am.
Don’t let my bacon fool you. Turn off your bright, move with the truth, but shine with your lies, so nobody can see you, nobody will know who you really are….
Please! Don’t fool yourself. You better move with the lies too. Don’t you dare show the truth… because the world can’t take it. Don’t even you can…
so shine with your clouds closed, dream while you’re awake tough daydreaming never last
Don’t waste your time and capture the stars, the stars by your side, the ones that won’t ever fall. Steal their light and hide it in you black. Because that will be the only pure thing that you will ever have.
Turn, turn, turn sky, so smooth so light that you feel the wind. Hold that feeling strong, so you can become, become moving air, learning his power. His ability to touch without being seen. His talent to move with such velocity that you disturb the sea….destroy the weak… and finally make calm. Create peace, the thing that the sun needs…the missing piece in the broken soul…the thing that the Earth’s been looking for, but never seem to find, maybe because it wasn’t mean to. It was hidden deep in our black…like the silence of the lamp? Screaming to stay alive (beeeehhh)…
so it can start over making everything right. This time, this life, this last chance to feel truly, deeply and madly ALIVE.
Stop the rain! Shut up sky! It doesn’t end here, this is just the beginning, the start of our quest for peace, but we wont find it because we aren’t the wind, that’s the true reason ,that’s the final answer, but it isn’t the meaning of life. The meaning begins when I told you to Turn, so…Turn! Turn! Turn fast! So smooth, so light, so you wont fall like the stars (the ones of your sky) that you NOW have their light (deep in you black)…
so be the star, stay put, walk right, reach for you light, the one so pure and white that when you look closer you can’t see the day or the night, and at the same time you saw yourself for the first time.
That’s the secret of life, being able to start again, when fallen we are, seeing the day when its pitch black. We have to die and revive again until we find the happiness that was in front of our eyes, the whole time, our whole life, that love From: You To: yourself that’s so difficult to find. Find it and hold it tight, let it go, and give it back. That’s the real light from the stars. The ones who will guide you in your walk trough the dark paths of all the hours of this borrowed nonexistent time that some called:
L I F E.
The Pig recited his poem but the sky never answered. Maybe the sky thought: “Ill listen when pigs fly”
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