What false heaven’s key are you hiding in your pocket?
Did you tie your hope to the shadows that vanish at sunrise,
Or to that silent scream that sanctifies the night?
Do not look up; the sky is far too crowded now,
Filled with artificial satellites and half-finished prayers.
Do not look down; the earth only recognizes the body;
There is neither a river nor a memory there
To wash the rust from your soul.
We are lunatics searching for something sacred
Among heaps of iron.
That light you see when your eyes are closed
May only be the final convulsion of your mind.
Brother, walk beside me, but do not follow my footsteps;
Because the place I arrived at
Is the complete opposite of where I began.
Take me beyond definitions,
Leave me in that nameless void
Beyond flesh and bone.
When the questions end,
And the answers lose all meaning;
Reach out your hand
Into that pure darkness that remains.
Tell me, within this game you have built,
Do you have the courage
To tear down the idols you created yourself?
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