old people do not care

old people are going home,

going home,

while i’m looking at you everything about you

changes,…

is turning grey, yellow, cold

and see, there is nothing

than your thick smile

everlasting smile,

drowning

in thick mist

of memories that never gonna last

your grimy face,

grinning

grinning

grinning,

for what it was,

and i remember well,

there was something strange in your looks,

you were going to say, sound,

you were going to reveal at the end,

you were going to smash it in my face,

what about? , there is no such thing,

or what you thought,
that can be said without doubt,

so lay still, and breath in - out,

have a nice last ride in this crazy zone,

and don’t mind, we ‘re all stuck

in this thing,
what some call,
home.