Between dreams in deaf intersection of shadows
The thin line of days is dancing, but music foreshadows-
How the tips of the Earth were touched by the star
Between them and the others in front of altar;
All the heavenly fairies of cosmic races
Plowed the heavenly prairies like ancient Pegasus;
With their shaggy wings they touched human race
And they gave us ideas to unveil a new face
In the distance ideas like light of the lighthouse
Calling humans to walk on this planet for hours;
And the Earth would succumb or steal human peace;
Those that touched glimpse of hope with their hands or their knees
Will forget about life, or death, or disease,
Just like innocent kids of Pegasus.
But ideas copious masses
Either pulling us all to fight in our wars,
Or to fly to the Mars or to drive in our cars,
Or to write these meaningless words about us,
While walking the cliff of century;
Herds of animals peacefully feeding;
Hens and cocks are peacefully breading.
But we are asking ourselves:
"What"s the point...?
What"s the reason to be born again?
What"s the point not to make mistake?
What"s the meaning of the human fate?
Why we live on this planet?