st. day

every eve belongs to you

when the light have drilled trough

the last thing left is you

after the gates of paradise and hell

there will be a bell that touches

the skeleton and paint it red

the opposite to green - no

more growing, stay

where it are

have reach the ultimate

power and love to get the throne

if you keep on going, you will get last

and got to start all over again

don't be mad, you've got it all

sure, no money, no home

but you have the best job I know -

relax on a red carpet and

fly away behind the scenes of

the body of work in the nature sense

I can't wait for next night you will

wish me good luck