Souls remain hollow and all know the reason,
as a lie appears like a theatrical scene without  
scenario and nothing to teach
like a painting without color and a single black tone
like a ship without  tack and an attitude latent and contradictory
remaining humble but ready to conquer  a world
would we dare preach a way so that truth might come along
and as someone said so many years before
“too much haste is too little speed”.
There is nothing more I can do but fill pages with ink
as everything old and good that remains slowly dies
at the needs of a  blind modern society i shall keep
moving though motions like an image from an old dream.