All the way down the path

Seeking the light

Bifurcations! Bifurcations!
The events troubled me
I’ll never come back again
You know...tempus fugit...tempus fugit
Change! I need an A-Change!
Abandon the sterile paths
Seek the light! Seek the light!
You know...tempus fugit...tempus fugit
Go on! Go ahead!
Over all the miserable things
In the true reality
Jump the gun! Jump the gun!

Terminal

Where the glorious sailing ships
that plowed proud
all the seas of the world
invincible among the high breakers
and the hard cannon shots ended?
And where the powerful trains
rushing with our lives
eager for distant horizons?
We all ended up stranded
among dark cliffs
of rusty scrap.

Rooms

This life
we can't escape
constrained
in the perception of the limit itself
crowded
with tangential presences
zeroed
at each generation
deviant by rule
with too many people
and too much loneliness