The days are rolling
Except the nights
When the dreams are haven for
a tempted mind
No more simple words allowed
This world requires wordiness
No more pure wisdom
This world prefers…
The space is hollow
There’s no light when
you seek and follow
that antimatter around
No more simple words allowed
This world requires wordiness
No more pure wisdom
This world prefers…
No more pure wisdom
This world prefers windiness
The ringing truth is inconvenient
In the silence of the preachers
Whoever will lose his soul for a truth
will save it
In an empty world
an antimatter