We get to come back.

[Cyferz]

My head is like a snowstorm, what more can I say
Days go by as chickens fly, the sky seems not so grey
The world I think and the world I live are two and separate thoughts
I seek and look and find a nook that seems like what I sought
I find myself in plain delight, as plain as life can be
Look through my lens, my eyes, my friend and see what's truly free
Some crazy thoughts, I think a lot through time and time again
Then find my rest, so I invest in words and ink and pen