Drift form sweet where others melt in reality
sing the songs of goodness and of happy heart
those young in soul do try to justify their honour
yet the dry arid days are without knowledge cool
does make pity on the dreadful human mind
as making regalement so sad linear destiny

Till the morning the lonely cry
as dawn comes so slowly defined
so make your discontent a holy trinity
prey with good form pure and right
maybe there could be better days ahead
if with forgiveness you keep your head

What is the call to the brotherhood of man
for most fall from the tree of true Eden
so let the clowns jest and waste sweet days
then make merry their idiotic selfish ways
like in the jet stream of reason
without the clipped wings of time

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris