Mountains crash.
Waves shake.
The sky trembles.
The ground breaks...

Nothing makes sense,
There’s no logic;
Singing a rhythm,
Humming a click...

When may i meet you,
When may we touch?
May the world flip,
May I leave this crutch?

Forests erupt.
Volcanoes sway.
The butterflies sense you,
The demons dismay.

Mass times acceleration
Disbalance and violation
If I had any, I would use, but
Externals force me to choose.
How far may the rays of light
Travel in the pit of void?
Will their speed exceed indeed
The power of the figures' horde?
Will immortal seeds become of age
Under a brighter star's main stage?
Will their specters match in peace
Or timeframes collide without ease...
I make notes, files, but no coins,
Breaking what's been left to break,
Coining words instead of points
Breathing vacuum, air is fake.
Ordering helps me no more,
Trade hardly yields me any score,
The grid of matter took my dream,
Stole my youth and flawed my piece.
I thought that any knowledge is power,
Now I realize it's like any flower,
Philosophers love and grow it,
Calculators show and throw it.
Beauty, balance, free will
They all are prey to evil.