To memories that were swept away.
The gardens burnt to ashes way.
We in the realm of habits sway.
To time that makes no sense of things.
To life which seems meaningless.
To actions so often we note.
We are but addicts in this world.
The white, black, and brown we hosts.
Old, mature and younger fools.
We hate, debate and calculate.
Draw out our swords and hug and kiss.
In love, in anger burn our days.
Some, light a cigarette and others in there caves; they go.
Gapes in our minds, we feel the moment is not something new.
Run and hide and dig; in earth we go.
Look there, the corners are not vacant anymore.
A cruel and evil world, we think is all there is to see; to know.
Shun the hope we have and light the fires; let them grow.
Forgetfulness is just a bliss in which we live on and continue.
Devoted to the hearts we fools.
Demented in the thoughts of past.
Pass on the words which did not last.
Faro our emotions until its grey and time to say 'goodbye'.
Fallacy we are but in.
Yet who has time and who will care.
Addict to reason we should be.
In each moment our hearts should flea.
Depend on non yet serve all we see.
How will then our days end ?
How then will sleep be not of peace.