The questions are eternal

The answer “just relax”

You won’t find in a journal

Much possibly in wax

A pale hint for the matter

Hidden in antique letter

Or in the deepest sea

Why are we here to be

Alive and suffering much

Longing to keep in touch

With weird highest mind

We’ll try, but never find

Even the weakest track

And realize the lack

Of any justice here

Or even somewhere near

Moreover far away

Where night turns into day

All people are the same

It’s life, who is to blame

And does he has a name

That one, who rules the game. 080107