I randomly exist to be
to touch the spectrum in braille
like a mad alchemist who see
through the veil
It is both a blessing and a curse
to see the world with my own eyes
makes everything seems like a rehearse
everyone tries and everyone dies
but what I do, is not a science
To live is an art
'cause if we really live
everything we do is a piece of art
even a gone passion in an artificial world
or artists with eyes of dead artists
all whirled up in fear
as instead of using it as a premiere
chance to give the eye inside
a chance to see through the veil
to be untied and alive