Life

What is life?

A pile of suffering and empty air

A deep abyss and a vast source of darkness.

In cry you are born,

In cry you die

And between you don’t understand anything.

Because, actually, there isn’t anything here

That ought to be understood

Because life is a big scheme

Whose slave you need to be.

And if in that abyss of darkness

A ray of sunlight wonders in

Believe me it is according to our will

Because there is no one better

Who wants to show a heaven to us

No, no, it is a coincidence.

So when you notice a ray of sunlight

Turn your head other way

Because it will bring you a happy little ray of light

And in the scheme that is not according to the plan.

And pray to God the end comes

To leave this unhappy world

To get to know the promised Heavens

A place where no one bothers anyone.