Fiction is such a welcome lie
Under an indifferent sky
Pictures are soaking up the night
Put up some omnipresent light
Not unlike describing colors
Not seeing further anymore
As Time without interruption
Pulls new days back into action

People are the last of their kind
Raise some incoherent hivemind
Mouses all runing down the maze
Moved on by an insolent blaze
There is a place above nothing
Where one could outdo anything
Mountains around just got steeper
Pick at the contextual blur

Fortune seeks only the living
Pulling some omnipotent string
No other task ever given
Courses of fate interwoven
Guiding stray fish out of the sea
An unconscious conspiracy
In disingenuous fanfares
Lets you remember something cares

We've seen it all and we're livid
The illusion is so vivid
Beneath  inconsiderate stares
Through such superior softwares
Almighty, calm and innocent
The world always gets its consent
In due blissful incompetence
Adrift yet always on the fence

Amid evermoving edges
In fantasy and in pages
Looking for a new way to find
Another path to nevermind
We call for the puppet master
And Time couldn't go on faster
On teaching us to get a clue
That nothing else that it is true

The tolerance has grown stronger
We could go on for much longer
Through an antidepressant screen
Reliving the anthropocene
Keep on rekindling the fire
Find the end of the quagmire
Drowning existential distress
Alone with anybody's guess

Lost in contextual warfare
We truly have no word to spare
If we should ever get a clue
On what we believe to be true
Matter of mind, remind later
Learn to spell out endless chatter
Wouldn't mind bending heuristics
Around unfortunate metrics

Another morning to reset
The pawns on which the sun will set
And some times feel like providence
Made so you could tell evidence
Morality monopoly
Lobotomized territory
Hide luck beneath the thinking feed
Be mindful of the word you breed

Straight ahead with the workers of the mind
Lost in a minefield and walking blind
Sempiternal might against alienated sparks
Aiming for stars and earning these marks

Waking away into some unfun feeling dream
The only way out was the one way in
During the day, when the righteous fury starts
Pure automation with many moving parts

Glimpses of old life shining in through the night
Auroras fell into few eyes tonight
Moving to nowhere, pick a favourite shade of grey
Negociate with death as you sit down to pray

It's a different kind of order
Laying beneath the flying moon
Through blades of grass, mindless fodder
I know the clouds are leaving soon

And right on time mine is about
Shameful visions crawling away
Some better eyes may express doubt
I'm waiting like I know the day

Infinite stream, endless wonder
Just out of sight and everywhere
And then the space where dreams wander
Inbetween this all we're aware

What is up close will start to blur
When one just stops and looks away
And voices lost in the future
Will then begin to show the way

Adrift where everything is vague
Waves of meaning scatter around
Avoiding reason like a plague
Flying too high missing the ground

One look at the world that made you
Do you think that it thought it through ?
Another day another clue
Another dance around the *****

I'm putting clues out into the universe
I seem to always find new ones
Lost in the past stuck walking in reverse
I can see only days ago

I'm making sense of something that doesn't
Put it right back onto the pile
Discarded bits of thought by the dozen
Fresh memory from days ago

Something's not right with the way the world looks
Water feels dry air sounds filtered
I wonder what is left for the history books
It was still like that days ago

Look down a while and you'll find stranger things
Nothing can get past true boredom
I let my body walk while I'm pulling the strings
It started running days ago

There is no game of power
Inbetween pawns
From here only what's leftover
Until on one the truth dawns

Living in the small world
One would learn to look away
From words uttered and faces whirled
Smiling because they know the way

And somewhere deep inside
Seems like somebody hid the key
We were born the day freedom died
Stumbled our way out of the sea

Whatever ever it may not be long
Before I dabble in psychiatry
I'd urge you not to come along
Disease has its own poetry

I hear a song softly whisper
Into the wind out of the blue
Hear notes hanging on the aether
But the voices cannot come through
Left to guess in the hereafter
On what I believe to be true
I fear I couldn't tell ever
There are much better things to do

I saw in beautiful colors
Much of what remains to be seen
In the body my soul weathers
Fragments fall back into the screen
In a boring land of wonders
Into the gears of the machine
I walked in looking for answers
Got none and lost grip on my spleen

Sometimes I wait and hear nothing
Feels like the thunder's gone away
Like reality was bluffing
Keeping the nosy minds at bay
My muse just took me for a fling
No matter what I have to say
Most things are worth remembering
But most of it will just decay