Fearless

Fearless

That's a good way to start the mess

The First look above is on the edge

The First faith starts at with the worst Pledge

Maybe that has almost cost me my life a few times

But as I Walk a Head I tell the Devil

That he has to get up earlier for that

One needs to Earn it to be happy

But one Needs nothing to be elated

And somehow it's all fated

And somehow it's all for something good

And somehow I see myself in everyones look

And all the silliness in everything

It's just a question of the costume in spring

And thats how it taught me to vow

Or did it just empty itself somehow

And if it tastes too good you should stop

As one only got one job

Just to smile

At least once in a mile

As life wants to scrawl

When everything just passes

Thats a good way to start the mass

Fearless

I keep it because it reminded me of what I once had

Like Air inside a glass from a desaster

The Devil secretly calls Buddha a Master because he smiles about it all.

And he tries the Same with every Breath

Until he Outwits the death