The most peculiar man

One day Jimmy Joe decided, he doesn't need their organization.

He had shined their shoes

He had washed their feet

He had moved their mountains

What was done was done

What was won was won

And what was lost was lost and gone forever

He walked into the tavern

He tipped his hat to the lady

A whiskey was brought to him

He sat on the stool

He asked himself

Is there a feeling that has never been felt?

Is everything you can experience recorded out there?

In novels, songs, poetry?

Why do some people die so young?

Why do others keep on living even if they wish to go?

What is grief? 

If I grief one thing, does it make me feel less love for another?

How many tears fit into the canal?

His son had answered: Two.

Is there life on Mars? Is there life after death? Is there life in another solar system?

Why is there life on Earth?

Is there life on Earth?

Am I alive?

When do I know that I'm dead?

Do we live again?

Have I lived before?

What is the meaning of life?

Will I be happier tomorrow than I am today?

What if my horse dies?

What if I run out of food?

What if I run out of water?

If I go to another country,

Will I be happier?

There used to be a profound innocence in Jimmy Joe

Now he spoke his prayer

He hoped the ancient gods would pardon him

He had crossed the line

He stepped out of the tavern

Looked up in the sky

The moon was waning.

He didn't have the answer.

Nobody has it.

And I

Didn't ask you why

What could I say?

I was far away

You just walked away

And I just watched you

What could I say?

How close am I

To losing you?