The moment I see people through
The little hole of the cold coffin
For me they arrange
Once abusing
Now showering praise
Gathering upon the straight lines
Just before my last ritual
Before that I saw my relatives
Whom I never heard throwing kind words
Now going unconscious
Listening the news of my demise
From the lipstick coated lips of the news reader
As if they lost a man of great value which
I never understood dealing with them while I was alive
After knowing my worth
No more I could continue the puzzle
So I stand up and tell them
I did not die
It is a game I set to weigh my value in their lives
At first they look confused
Later they understand and take me back
Since then very happily
together
we live.