When I am old,
If, I reach the pleasure, or pain,
I will look back and laugh.
Laugh at the trivial woes and tears,
All the almighty fears.
What exactly was there to gain.
Look at a map of the country,
that's not even it.
Look at a map of the continent,
that's not even it.
Look at a map of the ocean,
that's not even it.
Think of all that's been broken,
that's not even it.
Think of the possible explosion,
that's not even it.
Think of the surrounding emotions,
that's not even it.
Think of what lies beyond these oceans that's not even it.
Everything.
And that, is it.
