Hiding in behind
the beauty of your own mask...

Why must we always
pretend in order to be...

Skies are so grey.
It is pouring inside out...

Life is always having somewhere to go,
and when we have nowhere to go...

Without a conscience
there is no consciousness of beauty...

The life's aspiration is to defeat time
in overcoming...

It is not a hundred percent balance
when you do not have any imbalance...

Between now and then
we are forever running...

The hands of time are
the drumsticks that beat on the...

In each other we
hide when each other isn't a...

A wee rabbit trapped
in the barb wires of your fangs...

These gaudy people,
they all are nothing but ears...