Nonsense

Listen to the humming of the wind at night

While you take a rest and imagine a life

Of turmoils, of torments, you have suffered or survived

Look through the wall made of glasses and iron

And think of how it would feel to jump and freefall

If all the barriers break and the hope is lost

Make way to the darkness screaming in your head

Embrace, be enveloped in the membrane of pretense

That is a way to make it through the road made

By the people, for the people who have always been elated

With the sense of being above, nonsense values

Catching fire, eating shards, cursing the living

Be drowned, get buried, until you fade and get forgotten