Trying to establish facts
Finding the truth
In a grain of sand
We are blinded by our beliefs
Our wishes how the world should be
How people should behave
But there are no such a thing
Only small traces of seawater
Containing our memory
For a short micro second
Patterns of Recognition
So here we are again
Early in the morning
Early in life
There are not so much to do
Not much more then the knowledge
That this has happen before
In Absence
The lost man
Searching for himself
In the void
Between him and others
Trying to connect
Trying to reach out
But to no use
Eternal loneliness
Is his credo
Not reality
But imagination
Still real
Love of Complicated Creatures
Trying to find the unicorn
That fabled creature
Lost so long time ago
That like the dragon
It never really existed