You can love, you can fly, you can die
You can sleep staying alive
But you can have
Whatever you want
And be dead inside.
Fulfilling the consumption part
Forgetting the rare filling of joy
From freckles on the face of your girlfriend.
You can swim, you can cry, you can die
You can slightly imaging what is your life
When you have never touched it and caught
You just snatch whatever you want.