When flowers are silent,
And fireflies ready to fly.
When shining stars are the highlight
of the day passing by.

When the darkness is cleaning in silence, all the tangled thought mess.
When crickets sprinkle their music,
adding wonderful tones to the dark sparkly canvas of bless.

Some say the darkness holds danger
in its invisible arms.
That it is old Satan's favourite set,
and demons stand there with cams.

Don't be fooled by the cowards
that stand right behind.
Nighttime sensations are the best you can find.

How does it fill do be a soldier, taking your sword out of your enemy's body, ready to **** once again in the middle of a battlefield?
Or a prisoner, waking up for your 1564 day in prison, knowing you have 3467 more to go?
Or a girl, who walks through the school gate, praying she won't be bullied today?
Or a cow, hearing her fellows being carelessly killed next door, and realizing what's coming?
Or an old man, taking his last breaths after a long fight with the pain of third stage cancer?
Or a young kitten, seeing its mother run by a car?
Or a cashier in a supermarket, running another item through the barcode scanner after doing it all day?
Or a holocaust "survivor", taking a deep breath and watching the birds fly, after hiding under his best friends floor for three years strait, and then finding out that the war is not over and his friend just gave him to the Nazis in exchange for some food?

How does it feel, being trapped in this world without any clue about possible alternatives?

Well, it feels like ****.

Disrupted.. my mind, let me think how it's done,
It's not that I'm not, unless I'm gone.
I know, yes I know.. and it slept once again,
This thought is so quirky, can't see nothing but pain.
It's muddy and sticky its all over this head,
A head that a long time ago has gone mad.
Im bouncing thru time and thru space and thru life,
They're trying to take off the blur, but it's never enough.
Those solid and smelly, oh people they are called,
Are trying to reach us, oh this game is so old.
For years, no. decades I'm swimming inside,
This poor little brain with this sick little mind.

Mr pretend, oh. he is so kind,
he's dancing around, blending into the crowd.
Mr pretend is one of its kind,
he helps you forget who you are from inside.
The people who have him are lucky indeed,
they can wear him whenever they need.
One day you're a worker, the other, a mom,
sometimes you're saint, and when it's needed - you're totally dumb.
And when you're going to sleep, late at night,
Don't worry, just close your eyes really tight,
And pretend you're doing it all: right.

I imagine myself in a white little room,
Theres a white little bench, which there's no need to groom.
I'm just sitting there, hugged by my man.
He is telling me: "everything is ok"
And to argue with this I have no way,
I got nothing to say.
I just stay.. this way.. in this calm state of mind, in which I have nothing to hide.
Then I stand, and Just walk.
In my own special way.

Why.

I took a tour to a wonderful place,
Earth they call it, if there's no mistakes.
I remember they told me about the trees,
Such interesting creatures that help people breathe.
And of course, there are people, who are not so bright,
But they said i can help them to go through insight.
There are night and day,
switching each other on the opposite sides.
And they have only one moon,
which is totally normal in their weird minds.
Also, I heard that on earth, life can be tough.
For evolving there, happiness isn't enough.
There's pain wherever you look,
for example, they put fish on a hook..

So I went to this planet to feel how it's like,
It appeared to not be such a pleasent hike.
Being born was a serious pain,
and what made it worse is that i couldn't explain.
Through my childhood I was completely lost,
in the attempts to form the correct way of acting,
I wanted them to like me at any cost,
And for that with all my power I was fighting.
From all directions I heard lies,
Which I personaly truly despise,
Although sometimes I used them myself because otherwise......
I discovered the weirdest feeling of all,
Love they call it, in which you can fall.
It makes you go crazy while enjoying your madness,
Even if it makes you fall into sadness.
It makes you savour the suffering it brings,
Because other than that, nothing else means.

For now my conclusion is that earth tourism *****,
But it's definitely worth, the logic it lacks.