The terrible burden of solipsism, Everything that I see does not even exist. All tangible things don't make any sense, Everything that I feel is my own mental states
Walls and fences are falling apart, From different angles Every time different start
Understand the complicated things, To know the unknown. There are so many questions, My mind is going to blow. I don't need all the answers Because I know for sure All the things that are unseen must be just round the corner.
Walls and fences are falling apart, From different angles Every time different start
For what?
Every day I wish for more, All I get: Braided chains, Tied knots, Closed doors.