Stoic peace
Zistil som, že v živote akosi prirodzene súhlasím s niektorými stoickými názormi, tak som vytvoril pieseň o niekom, kto žije stoický život.
Zistil som, že v živote akosi prirodzene súhlasím s niektorými stoickými názormi, tak som vytvoril pieseň o niekom, kto žije stoický život.
He's got a coat, but wears it thin,
Doesn't mind the rain or wind.
Life's a storm, but he's the rock,
Sippin’ water like it's top-shelf stock.
He don’t chase fortune, he don’t chase fame,
Knows that life’s just a fickle game.
"Control what’s yours, let go the rest,"
That’s his motto, that’s his test.
He walks light like a photon beam,
Got no baggage, got no dream.
Doesn’t cry, doesn’t boast,
Just raises a glass to the thing he lost.
(And says "Memento Mori, let’s make a toast!")
Saw his friend lose all his cash,
Just shrugged and said, "That pain won’t last."
Lover left? Oh well, that’s fine,
A tango’s nice, but you dance one line.
He don’t break, he don’t bend,
Knows all roads will reach their end.
Doesn’t cling, doesn’t stress,
Life’s a lesson, not a test.
He walks light like a photon beam,
Got no baggage, got no dream.
Doesn’t whine, doesn’t fight,
Just nods and says, "Guess fate was right."
They say, "Hey man, you ever mad?"
He just grins—"Nah, that’s kinda sad."
"Life’s a river, let it flow,
Row upstream? Man, just let go."
So if you see him strolling by,
With steady hands and steady eyes,
Just know he’s free, he’s got no load,
Just a Stoic soul on a peaceful road.
27.2.2025 (c) všetky práva vyhradené - som autorom textu a vlastníkom hudobného podkladu
