i. impasse of thoughts
i cana€™t see you i, cana€™t hear you
do you still exist?
i cana€™t feel you, i cana€™t touch you
do you still exist?
the phantom agony
i cana€™t taste you, i cana€™t think of you
do we exist at all?
ii. between hope and despair
the future doesna€™t pass
and the post wona€™t overtake the present
all the remains is an obsolete illusion
we are afraid of all the things that could not be
a phantom agony
do we dream at night
or do we share the same old fantasy?
i am a silhouette of the person wandering in my dreams
tears of unprecedented beauty
reveal the truth of existence
wea€™re all sadists
the age-old development of consciousness
drives us away from the essence of life
we meditate too much,
so that our instincts will fade away
they fade away
whata€™s the point of life
and whata€™s the meaning if we all die in the end?
does it make sense to learn or do we forget everything?
tears of unprecedented beauty
reveal the truth of existence
wea€™re all pessimists
teach me how to see and free the disbelief in me
what we get is what we see, the phantom agony
a te spiritus noster devoratur et nostra anima capitur
ia€™m afraid of my own exchange of views
what we get is what we see, the phantom agony
iii. nevermore
the lucidity of my mind has been revealed in new dreams
i am able to travel where my heart goes
in search of self- realisation
this is the way to escape from our agitation
and developed ourselves
use your illusion and enter my dream...
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