Encounter

How will you hang me?
Will you be fair?
How will my last breath dance in the air?
When will it happen?
How will I go,
Down to the coldest land below?

How will you hold me?
Is it like before?
I wonder if you'd hold me at all
When will it happen?
How will I go?
Please, please baby
I ought to know

The Voice

Along came the voice
of a man
Mad...
with no intentions
be they good or bad
and he said:
Fly and land on the clouds
Let the sun wash your sore ego
And pale philosophy

Now, the sun is the father
and your eyes are bleeding water
All becomes one
Man becomes god
You...
are...
the difference

"I...
am...
the difference."
I said aloud
as if I were proud
as if I understood the game
truth is...
everything is still the same.