Terrorized by the failure,
that's in you and me.
Never released from the pressure,
That's coming in from the cold.
Energy gate through me,
so bright and so kind.
With love and beauty in mind.
But death is our failure.
Or maybe our saviour.
wrapped in a paper.
We explore before we know.
As time goes by like flying birds.
With our childish knowledge.
And technical strength.
Denying our culture.
We don't how to respect.
Consuming our playground.
Denying our horror,our own destiny.
In which we have to laugh.
Totally madness, that's we call science.
A wierd creation of our own.
It reflects our inperfection.
What human ego's can't see.
Caused by economie,in a so called democracy.
Yes, death is our failure,
we'll die before we know.
Life is too short,to know the meaning of it.
J.S.2006