The time came to make a movement

Hands streched out in the darkness

Try to grab almost forgotten 

Half imaginary contour

Is the dream worth disassembling

Once fixed plain and solid structure?

Must the motionlessness smell of

Dusty grave of greedy vermin?

Never wanting any answer

Always blind to any reason

Having obviously forgotten

All the risk free paths to ramble

You discover shapes with fingers

And their striking lack of colours

Only lifts your hungry eyelids

To devour them all in madness

***

In the end you'll always find out

Emptiness contains more you feared

And the silence is much louder

Than all the roars you've ever heard

And in the end you'll always see

That the bright light obscures the suns

And the wind steals all air needed

To feel the trace of hope survive