Being

Waking up is a meaningless

Interruption of a dream

Being a wake is a form of suffering

Given to us as a punishment

For some unknown sin

Maybe we never happened

Being a chimera

Viewed by other

Chimeras


The Reason of Being


Feeling happy

Driving at night in the empty city

The chimera of dependence

will soon be gone

As a hallucinogenic

Nightmare

Because of a little stolen time

The short gray days has stolen

A energy and hope

The night offers great remorse

From the great illusions of

Debt and duty

Chimera

The sun is gone

Just fog and

Grey matter

I came here a long time ago

Thought I would leave

Still I am here

Where I should not be

Waiting for a miracle

That has faded away

Long time ago

Just the

Mummified remains

Are still here

Like a rotten fruit