… haven’t kept those promises,
now the cries wail from graves,
sorrow in the losses,
grieving for the living,

escape to what really,
abandon to where,
to live is human,
if there then ruined,

…graphs and discos tell stories,
past captures of the senses,
joy in getting lost,
mixing up to stay alive,

why is safe the destiny,
lonely to the wild,
to roam, hunt, gather,
to create after having imagined,

…whisper a tale of treasures,
sing future satellites and stars,
peace at long last,
so all could end,

is all just gloom,
cloudy misty draughts,
to breathe, to fly,
maybe then everlasting life.