#multi perspective

multi perspective

Keep working till your happy you'll get there in the end there isn't any other ticket so you'll sit like us all on your bus even when the wheels start to rust and your progress is kicking around dust we take our time, when we sit in the dust no matter how long we sit we won't be happy now our dreams have already all turned to rust our journey never made it to the end the wheels have fallen off our bus some of us never even had a ticket Be carefull with your ticket for without it you become as dust like us who no longer have a bus If you lose it, you can't be happy Though it doesn't matter in the end All things eventually will rust I see you have already started to rust You must have lost your ticket how foolish, now you're at your end Your mind must be made from dust How could I hope you could be happy come join us on our broken bus it leaves without you, your bus why not come inside and sit to rust there is nothing out there to make you happy no one will give you another ticket now that your worthless dust your tale is at it's end perspective on the other end the young one turns away from the bus and says farewell to the dust hears the doors creak shut from the rust briefly looks for the ticket but is out of luck, now how can he be happy? "I accept that I am dust, that doesn't mean it's the end I'll walk while being happy, no need to take a bus bound to eventualy rust. I am my own ticket."