People live for other people pondering on the church steeple What drives others is eachothers Now if some were to die why would you cry? Why accomplish if not for people, direct or indirect? The recognition to life's recognition We’re all just one people One ultimate desire with or without god higher Love is what we crave a beautiful disaster In our souls Whatever that is.
John is a bit of dreamer. He likes to have this idea of what he can and wants to do. Can he actually do it? I'm not entirely sure, but for his sake I hope so. He loves poetry. Doesn't do it for the money either. What a weirdo.
