Blind is the euphoria of the crowd

Staring at themselves from inside

And observing the succeeding patterns

Of the world that spirals downwards.

I sense! Tangible phantasm

It causes human pride to swell anew.

Come on! To touch, maybe catch.

Fever of senses stimulates animal brain.

And to those of you who scream that they know

Keep roaming in your dance

Singing of truth and happiness

Quelling the misty vision of end.