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Without it I'm nothing


 

Stranded on a deserted island

For miles all I saw was sand

Blazing heat from the sun, I can feel my skin being tanned

I look up and glad I wasn’t dead

That my head was still there

Nothing can comfort me now, nothing but my head

No food or water can keep me alive other than my mind

Without it I will have no hope no faith

Because my mind keeps all the memory

And all of these memory will soon turn into energy

Memory of the family, memory of joys

Memory of me when I was a boy

I feel the goosebumps goes down my body

It felt something big is coming my way

Like a tsunami it came like the flood

All these feeling they came gushing out like blood

A moment of peace, a moment of joy

Oh it keeps away all of the unnecessary noise

Noise that keeps pushing me toward the light

Noise that would keep me away from the fight of life

All I have now is the thoughts that I think

Because without it I’m nothing.

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