What are you looking for seeker?

They like so much to call it a life
But for me it’s a bunch of lies
They tell you to fight
But you only can see yourself lying on the floor
Beaten up and forgotten

A new day will come tomorrow they also say
Maybe today will never end
Tomorrow is just a metaphor
But what am I supposed to know about that?

The urge of living is so big
Yet I can’t let myself go
Yet I can’t beat my other self
Yet I can’t come true

I’m not a well of morality
On the contrary
Though I’m not unconscious of my actions

What would you say if I show my weaknesses?
What would you say if I told you I fall every day?
In my mind remains the savage spirit that makes beings
In my mind I made myself

What are we but images we created?
Are we what we really think we are?
So many questions but apparently we’ve got an answer

How fool we are for thinking that we can know ourselves better
Looking inside with your eyes is a reflection
You ought to go outside and get other eyes
These eyes aren’t lying mirrors seeking for harmony

It’s useless to run away because there is no escape
But standing still looking for an answer isn’t the right path to follow
What to do?



In my downbeat existence I’ve learned that no one has the answer
Something good or bad depends on your eyes
First one must find its eyes, the genuine lenses of reality
Than is time to go and seek
What is this but a hide and seek game?