Hungry for the future things to come<br />
Imagination makes a mirage grow out of them<br />
And they seem to lose sense when everything happens<br />
Does all life not pay the price?<br />
<br />
Don't we claim for another...<br />
Another dream to keep the hope?<br />
There was a useful lie over a long time<br />
But now only the harmful truth exists<br />
<br />
Shattered and glum, out of safe place<br />
Locked up inside the mind, keywords are disintegrated<br />
Eternal search runs into a close-woven embarrassment<br />
Then misanthropic visions arise; life becomes a scapegoat<br />
<br />
Standing alone with frustration<br />
As a prolongation of disappointment<br />
Feeding on the scraps of life<br />
That are lying in the inertial failure<br />
<br />
Step by step in sorrow more and more<br />
Living amidst daydreams and looks backwards<br />
<br />
Don't we claim for another...<br />
Another dream to keep the hope?<br />
There was a useful lie over a long time<br />
But now only the harmful truth exists<br />
<br />
Everything has disappeared<br />
Feeling of the glorious season stays in the nevermore<br />
<br />
Can't face the wheel of my life<br />
Can't face nor choose my destiny<br />
Can't silence my inner voice<br />
Perhaps hyperaesthesia, perhaps neurasthenia, may be just<br />
Soul pessimism...<br />
<br />
Hoarding inside disaffection and mistrust<br />
Nostalgic sadness impregnates every place around<br />
<br />
Misanthrope's aurora arises<br />
<br />
Shifted downwards<br />
Onto a stone throne - cold and endarkened -<br />
By the pale-grey winter loneliness... engulfed<br />
<br />
Don't we claim for another...<br />
Another dream to keep the hope?<br />
There was a useful lie over a long time<br />
But now only the harmful truth exists