Past Caring

Look at the dying swan. He lived faint and brief,
but he dies loudmouthed and for a long time.

No desire to organize your existence?
No ambition to improve anything in your boring life?

I don't know what you want. I try to understand you,
but all I see is a little boy, who's got the wind up.

Hey, man. You are a pain in my neck.
Your complaint about your hard life.
That nonsense about your unfair treatment.
You windbag, get a grip on yourself and take your position.
You windbag, get a grip on yourself and pull your socks up.

Once more, a useless ay is gone.
Wasted time, squandered life.
Nothing managed and nothing achieved.
Nothing has changed it's all the same.
All the same.

What's on your mind?
What's in your heart?
Is this your way?
Try to restart.
And you will feel.
And you will see,
this is a new part.

Past caring.