My eyes descry a thought It is profound Yet diffuse of feelings Nourishment of mental survival It keeps lethargic my sensitive perception
I hear only whispers of the symphony Oh! The Great Mother weeps in lament Composing an alienated minimalism But with depressing arpeggios
Sighs of anxiety Make me silence with others I don't feel myself as a culprit for that I go to its meeting I'm leaving for another level
I fall asleep forever On the mausoleum of fascination Pouring the meaning of life Passing through (Crossing) my past With worth, without reason with forgiveness
All is a whole - Imaginary A chimaera of existence Sad and beautifull
Leave me alone!
I want to live within the proper mind Without needing to open the eyes For thus I shall find
