Love for bugs and imperfections
when I stood at intersection
just any of chosen directions
was so wrong
Ending life is more like treason
someone started hunting season
trying to find the God or reason
all day long
With no regret and no remorse
no desire to get of this course
to find peace or ultimate force
entangled tongue
Holy quest of the most precision
based of knowledge and intuition
fighting against the superstitions
standing strong
Everything in life is a bad luck
we clearly seem to be just stuck
when reality hits more than a truck
nowhere to belong
Denial of things that are so bright
keeping ward over the sleepless night
it is precognition or just foresight
and the nonsence song