I
Back again
Where it all began
Thoughts about sense
Relating suspense
We are born to die
And sometimes cry
About failures.

II
Most of days
We find other ways
But thinking
Mostly drinking
Partying hard
As a start
One line or two
Isn’t it true
We’re addicted.

III
No need to think
When you drink
No need for sense
When there’s a fence
The limits of mind
Of the human kind
Aren’t set in stone
But we are prone
To think we count
As the leading sound
Of the universe.

IIII
Possibilities share
Too few who dare
About peace and future
Mind blowing culture
Religion is enough
‘Cause science is tough
It leads to questions
And reflections
Of the past.

V
Small we are
And won’t come far
With addicted minds
Limited science
Though no offence
But there is no sense
In life at all.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2020