To walk aboutBecause of voiceAnd waste it allIs just a vice.No glory will comeJust like the lessonIgnorance in kindNo matter who listens.For was it not already written?It does not matterNor what I believeThe world will end anyway-By necessity.And why?People are fools-When they are foolish…And the stars align accordingly.
All in my head A hellish road No medicine that helps Or relief of load. Just time standing still While passing too quick... Reaching crossroads No direction to pick. Flirt with sanity Ignore the plea Control is for the fool What will be - will be.