Withdraw me of the binoculairs
You held so thight
My eyelids converted, the bloom it set down
Inferno of a sunshield
The contestant of night

It seems clear for an answer
There you stood, near the shores
Of a capitulating fortress
Or a condo off course

I don’t mind, didn’t bother
Of the structered walls outside
Let me just build some pillars
Of my invert homicide

And let me be born the happiest man in times
In my own paradise
Emphatist

That’s just the way it is
I remember her crying at the school yard
Its not about the marbles she said

I wish I understood that such things
15 years ago…

Emphatist

When I was young I knew everything
Gravity was just such an obvious
An synonymia of water for fishes breath

The weird was just: a
The strange was just: new

You my dear was just.

I guess I grow naïve now
When the aging ambush surround me
Or is it just I grew larger
And I start to hit four walls

Im not sized to be a cubic

Emphatist

Lets rewind my perceptions
Start with a vulgair obesity turned man
A crapple on the newspaper
A sign telling that many but it was for all to know

I started something special
But can’t hesitate my perceptions

My last resort seemed rewinding though
Guess I touched the wrong button

Dunno
Its was something with buttons
But oh my god no

Emphatist

Why is there a gun to my head?
I said.
I asked myself I guess
Well?

There is not! That aint a gun!
Its…. just something different. They said.

Well then, is it safe?
It is now! The screamed; Why bother?

Scared; What the fuck is this.. this non-gun kinda thing to my head?
If you really want to know…
Yeah!
..Find out yourself they said.

How? I asked
Use it! was their predictable response.
Will that be safe then? I asked
It is now! was their predictable response.

Curious me. I had to know.
Once again
Its better sometimes not to know everything

As I found out
Its better to know nothing at all

The only thing I remembered
It was a gun to my head … indeed

There this thing about guns to your head and a filosofical and sensical perspective, which makes it a thing that can not exist

Emphatist