In your mind
Ideas keep exploding
And it travels from one sacred place
To another,
While you're asleep.

When you're awake, though,
The reality looks like a weird
Tarot spread
With Devil and piles of Pentacles.

In the darkness
Of nights during which
You don't pray since you seem to know too much,
You see all the vulnerabilities
In people's souls.

Can these bugs be fixed?

In case they can't,
The world is totally unjust
And imperfect.

The veil of mystery
Covers these burning days.

When and how
Will we find out the truth?