I was in a prison, and they smuggled a nice book to me,
So I read it with a huge liberating feeling,
But as I lived in a totalitarian state,
Where nothing is left to the fate,
My sentence was immediately doubled,
For my daring attempt to escape.

Fearless and brainless,
Ee are running under the sun,
Hoping that the sun will never come down.

There is no context left,
There is just a language desert
With occasional ruins of ancient contexts.