Darkness and light
Is like winter and night,
All humans are just words;
Distorted and sold in fucking cups.
To find the substance
We maintain the balance,
Forgetting connection of souls,
In this world of machines and fools.
What if,
The nights of winter,
The warmth of heaters,
Mingles in the darkness,
Of “our” future?
Fête de lumière,
Comes for a while,
The ghost of our past
Is like a glass of wine.
In our silhouette future
Lives mumbling in fear,
Unknown of what drugs they live,
With pornographic notions of LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT!!!
