Pilgrims in Zurich

What is the meaning of it all...
Of fun, of games, of laughter.
Than one's opinions differ from another;
or that we ascribe to different things.
What does it matter,
that i see the sun rising from east,
or see the stars that glitter but do not shine.

To have my birthday here,
a birthday i am so used to having forgotton.
That sweetness is but a passing breeze;
and there are more important things than petty quarrels
or emotional needs.

the world has been polluted,
that an exam is more important than a life
that u matters more than me.
when photos are taken in a million;
it seems that moments are not captured anymore.

they just are taken, are printed;
and forgotton.

the night is young,
the day is old.
Christ is coming.......
That we debate about the inadequacies of...
or discuss about the qualities of...
does it matter;
what we talk about, for they are but mindless chatter.

Whether we listen or we speak;
does it matter?
That you feel left out, or feel so happy;
that a moment you matter, is
the day your dream came true.

But all that cares is that you matter;
and no one else.
For the world is lost in itself.

The other person should always say hi.
the other person is always the mean one.
those are the laws of life;
of people.

Dust to dust,
ashes to ashes.
from dust we came, and dust we shall return.
and dust is no more than what we deem does not agree with ourselves.

unity is lost.
so is sympathy.
others are missing,
from our own hearts.
selfishness rules,
but neither does love.
for love has deserted us.
if not me, than you.

what is a passing man in this country,
if he/she sees it as his journey.
But to see the flowers that pass him by.
And see their journey.

all is not lost in this world;
but neither has anything survived.
Our souls are horribly twisted,
our sin deeply rooted in our bones.

Alone has lost its meaning,
in this world lacking reflection.
and it all just remains a memory.
my life remains a memory.
my birthday, a passing thought.

and down the years;
i'll forget all that,
forget who.
forget what happened.
forget myself.

and remember that you existed,
in the bottom of my heart,
that only of which a glimpse remained.
in the patterns of the earth.
If only it was still around.

Those who were lost,
remain forever lost.
And those who found their way,
found that glimpse of their heart;
or the entrance to heaven.