In my world
Your word
Is my world.

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.

Yesterday is gone,
There is no tomorrow,
But today is all over the place.

The company is here,
Everything is on the table,
I'm looking around, but don't see me anywhere.

As friends go,
Some never come back.

Two black boxes put together
Are creating a black hole,
With flying colours inside.

Look at me with your eyes,
Think about me with your thoughts,
But leave to me all your words.