In and out these worlds of mine
Travelling inside an ego-amplifying prism which shine
Casts of hologhraphic reflections of supposed greatness
Boasting prophets proclaiming self-containment
Well tear their skins and burn their bones
Cause theyre fathered by discrepancy and spat from most insecure loins
But trial and error is our way to grow
And in good human tradition the only way we know
Not that I embrace or even care to admit
To this quality innate to the slow moving aeons lying behind
As were natures first and dirty way to compute with meat
Making us the inadequate yet colourful race we are
And know us for what we are
One simple explanation for this delusional mess
Our inability to maintain true purpose
And take us for what we are
Rusty machinery left behind
By an ever complexifying world
Always expanding itself in every way
Novelty moving together always
Time condensing, always accelerates
Beyond the point where human models break
And how I miss her, emotional being with light in her eyes
How she could make me forget all imperfection by her delicate ways
I shed her tears, I bear her fears
In all those years no one ever came so close
In showing me what were really all about
What humanitys all about
That in spite of all deformation and neglect
We have the power to take this life in our hand
And lift it above all misery and pain
Through the love for another human being
But how far we journey out from this grace
Losing ourselves to the insatiable darkness meandering itself through our race
Always returning with less than when we left
An embarra**ing nakedness in my multiplicity of self
Back in my crowded niche
Where I have to slam my head against white walls to get some peace
And in good human tradition cant decide
Whether to destroy or to construct