"With whom shall I have this dialogue?

The mad, the noble, the wit?

The past lurks under layers of fog,

Evolution's hall is unlit



Thoughts and visions confuse, 

Mental wounds start to grow 

But the questions never reduce

About the anonymous cosmic shadow"



This demon keeps my conscious awake

From sleep, rest and the calm

Disillusioned I rinse my ache

In the ocean's whispering psalm



The ocean theory covers Earth,

But I seek what has entire control 

What nature introduced the genesis birth? 

Known Deities? I curse 'em all



I've set my sails for this odyssey

To locate its mystic exile

A crusade through the mind's liberty,

Not a journey in nautical miles



A voyage in science and fate

To disrobe the acceleration from zero 

To dive into it and investigate,

Terrifies even the bravest hero



In the corridors of time we're sons,

Entrapped in lonely spaces

But star dusted electrons

Are my kinsmen, just with odd faces



Still fantasies unveil their sloids,

When patience turns to fear

To examine the darkest, coldest voids

For the hiding engineer



But our past is still our present

If we can't the knowledge rift over-span 

An eternal transformation is what the matrix represents, 

Like the child is father to the man



"Some hide their confusion behind a religious mask,

Like puppet thespians in "God's" masquerade

'Cause the blur grows for every time we ask,

What generates the spherical parade?"