Fallen Chrysanthemum

A world lying beyond ours,
Unoccupied by the machines,
Machines made of flesh and blood,
Such a grand shame we cant comprehend its presence,
What veil covers our naked eyes?

You can call me a moron
And i would be glad to be called one
If that is what it takes
For me to reach your soul
To light up the candle, to guide you there!

With wings made of money
We fly high, at least we think we fly
How far and how wide? How long can we hide?
From the reality in the illusions
For they are siblings,
Laughing at us, at our ignorance!

What serenity lies beyond the borders we set
I believe it will be more beautiful than your lover
Wonder if anyone has given a thought
Or may be dreamt of it on a cold winter night
When the soul begins to burn away
Into the deep dark skies!

Let the winds carry my words
For who will hear, for people have stopped loving HER
the beauty unadmired and forgotten
Occupied by the beauty of half naked women!

Who is it calling? Where does it want me to go?
I wonder if i ll be alone... For i find none to go with!
I wonder if i ll be forgotten here,
In this place, at the moment and forever!
I call upon the unknown gods
For the courage, to slip away from the bonds
I wonder if i will be called selfish!

But who is going to remember
For the soul will disappear,
Into the new worlds, and the time will fall in love again
With someone else,
Nothing is permanent, neither Love nor hatred
Nor is a soul nor a body!

The Chrysanthemum will fall and wither
When the Leo takes his final breathe,
Teh eleven zodiacs will mourn,
I wonder if they will remember as the time ages,
Until the worlds flip
and the eyes see a new vista!