Route Of Mysteries

Maybe that's "just" an inspired idea about

nothing

Or a ridiculous conspiracy of the human blindness

But there isn't such apology on the deep vision of

unreality

The terrifying fear of the meaninglessness

We are living on the ignorant route

Without the real sensibility

Believing on masquerade phrases

Walking with no reliability

The more we know about our ignorance

The more the silent remains

We couldn't talk about the unknown

But everything is an "abstract" substitution of the

mystery

It's easy to acquire the knowledge without questioning

Facing the darkness with an artificial light

We are just composing another era

Another generation of conscious monkeys

Prepotent animals, living and laughing

Crying and killing

We're born, we grow, we die

We are just passing by

It's estrange to think about the end

The more profound, more incoherent it will be

Alienated by the thoughts, you will end shaking in a locked

room

Walking on that mystery route

We have all the time to spend