The sense of the nonsense,

carry a truth,

deep down something,

the eyes can’t see through.


Remind us that difference,

is also a part of a matter,

and no one knows,

the nonsense of the sense.


Reach out the obvious,

on a nonsense stage,

but no one listen,

a screaming soul,

we should behave.


Perfection of the imperfection,

imperfection of the perfection,

all in a dark hole,

we can close it,

or light,



In the end,

everyone runs as fast as they can,

some are getting grabbed in the way,

they ask why?


Stuck, no. Setting free.