Seekers of Priceless Advice

Die - be forgotten by everyone.
Run - make them laugh.
The choice you want to make is tough.
Can't change the thing already done.
Cry - see what happens next.
Stop - face the things you can't affect.
So many people walk around,
Another tear of yours faces ground.
Fall - be overstomped by the crowd.
Yell - no fucking way you'll be heard.
Sick and tired of these words?
You say it's getting worse?

Maybe... You're definitely sure...
Maybe... I'm not wrong...
This is only cure,
It won't last long.
My priceless advice!

Crawl - be overrun by them...
Hide - become nothing, stop existing...
Drop the voices you've been listening,
Reach him out, someone feels the same.
Smile - keep pretending, you always do...
Think - you've already lost the truth...
Shadow of your eastern past,
Never stops haunting you for once.
Listen - can you hear my voice?
Hear - hear the flute played for toys!
Reaper's feather is always black.
Thougts of yours begin to stack.

Maybe... this is it for you...
Maybe... you will understand it now...
This time it is for sure,
Last chance to stop being clown.
My priceless advice!

I will choke until I swallow.
Escape route I seek is narrow.
So many fingers are being point,
For no reason at me.
So many tries I've made to be,
As free as I can to fly out.
I will run until I fall,
But will never become a doll.
So many people change at my eyes,
Like it's a change for every season
But we are who never change. No Reason?
Who's next? The one, whose persona dies?

Maybe... this is too heavy for you...
Maybe... it is written for you...
Do not read between the lines,
Just keep fighting. Do not go down upon the fights
My priceless advisor!