Reaching The Depths Of Death
A phoetus is born , dying
Dying of anguish
of hope (...)
Without meaning , he bawls
Lifeless , he cries
The phoetus with no destiny
Lives the past
Of hadn't born
Courseless , he walks
To beyond the dark
Snap his cord…
You are free child
Free in loneliness
You are beyond me
And beyond the creation…
Of evolution…
All of us…