It’s been the best day here today.
Nothing more to write,
no more wonders wondered,
no more words to say.
No more plays to play,
no more caves to cave,
no more days to hear
those sweet voices of theirs.
Winning fire in my inside,
and losing fears on my mind.
And, no. No way;
this voice hasn’t given up yet.
I’ll go back on again, like everyone else,
and start one more time,
but not from the beginning.
Neither from the end.
Though every move is the last one.
At least they say so here on the stage.
So let’s go on and on until we all dry, and let’s stay then.
Yeah, that’s the way it is.
We better appreciate it,
because now they can tell us whatever we need,
but later we’ll all be gone and dissappear.