Life goes on - survival game
Life has turned into survival game - a job just for the money, garden just for the food, home just to spend nights, heart empty. My job is of no direct benefit to society and people. My garden has no flowers, just vegetables. My home is so messed and actually not mine, that I can never invite anybody there.

My heart? Filled with ghosts - memories and thoughts of people, that I simply can't meet. People, that are too far away. People, that changed too much, just like me. People, died. People too nice for me to be match to them.

I take a guitar and scare all the ghosts away. But I can't play all the time and all my life. And they come back. I wish I could play all my life. I'd be happy then.