Days come sometimes cold
Sometimes warm like phantom
They return, too, to that kingdom
Within a wink so many days gone
Yet I do not understand
The beginning of – or the end of – –
The present is not clear also
What’s the meaning of all these things?
Out of fear my soul whispers
When you are not sure about anything
Wisdom tells to stay inside and play safe
Keep refining and remain pure
In protest you can see all the meanings
Keep protesting when you see an evil