Paper Towns
What’s is this world if not a paper town
with paper people living their paper lives
and dust settled on them, every year which grows
Making them more and more harder to see
With a single stroke of eraser, they vanish
and sprout again from the memories of their heirs
It is easy to exist but hard to live
when you are surrounded by paper things to do
Caught in the labyrinth of paper town
where every character is just the blot of ink
They live, They die with the same story to tell
spending health for money ,and then money for health
Then the cycle is repeated again
with now their heirs to succeed them at the death bed
cursing and screaming ,wishing they earn more
but forgetting they are gonna take none at all
I was the paper boy, but she set me free
To see the blossoming of tulips, and cry of a tree
I can feel the silence of night
and decaying of autumn leaves
These are the things one should long for
instead of the lonely riches
Everyone one must come out of paper town
as the world outside is much rigid
With real people and real lives
who never gonna let you feel frigid
Since when you are in paper town
you simply do not live , but exists