Breathe, softly, listen to the shores of your mind, Drift, further, further away into the infinite, everflowing stream of dreams May you go, never to return May it be to the colorful chasm of life or the eternal abyss of death, Though there is no end, for if there is an end, why doesn’t existence cease itself? Forward, the skylark flies into the stillness of the night air, Beautiful madness, Wretched existence, On and on, never to halt, Look forward to the bright midnight. Eternal, is it not? See the clown, forever playing his charade of happiness, The people laugh along while he plays unaware that under the makeup, A sad clown exists, he is lonely, nobody would love a clown, It would be absurd to love such a fool. You must break down the walls of reality and make love to the universe, For then you’ll see the true meaning of life: death, the afterlife, rebirth, And the unknown.
