We'll never break the chain
Of cirkles from beginnings and ends.
Who is wondering why.
Scared by visions of the future and the past.
Behind their eyes, you can see the hope.
What you'll see is sickened or dead.
Why ask why.
An answer, brings a dozen other questions.
Who is wandering why.
Theories as weak as life.
The thuth known only as a mythe.
Fact and fiction strangled together
Existence is the perfect victim of reality.
Fantasising there's a connection,
A connection between heaven, earth and hell,
A wanted explanation of naïve minds.
Because there is no law for that.
Why wonder why.
Stuck with our conscious border.
A body to body conversation
Of our innerselves.
Humanity has no language for that.
The knowledge we'll never possess.
Just another target to archieve.
The spoken mind and reasons why
Are never obvious, a troubled portrait
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