• It mists my mind, thick modern pollution
    I still persist in prying the solution
    loose from the grip of my mind,
    out my mouth
    free my tongue
    hear the truth
    listen now:

    The answers even I don’t know
    begin to show.
    Encourage easily by the flow
    of the joyful poison
    youth in motion

    ‘Alright mate! Bring me that bottle’,
    I throttle its neck,
    consume the blood.
    I am filled by its life.

    Only now to the clouds clear,
    in this state am I free; thick mist gone.
    I only begin to see.
    My true thoughts are free.

    What now is clarified and clear,
    is soon to hide in tomorrow
    and its the thick fog of fear.