Whenever you plan the future
Take the risk of being annoying
Know that nothing will be enough
If there´s only one on earth
Who don’t enjoy it
Sleepwalk towards the enjoying
Above the ugly and the “nice”
All mouths have behind a hole
Where self-deceive resonates
Until demise
Eons of lies and clown-pride
For blindness to see the track
If respect´s only by pain
The next lesson will be a whip
On the whole back
When Earth takes vengeance on hubris
When the purse of land is hollow
99 % won´t think
About what to do or don´t
But who to follow
That´s still not a good picture:
Nobody knows what he is doing
Especially robes of “holly”
Especially the “sure” ones
Who preach and “impose”
Their folly
Even in the shower-pyre
Avenging the need to talk
Of another type of feeling
And another type of mind
Beforehand
The majority is some rock
Not mighty still nor on fire
Rock thinks stillness is life
The water won’t say a thing
Until rocks cry