Reaching The Depths Of Death

A phoetus is born , dying
Dying of anguish
of hope (...)
Without meaning , he bawls
Lifeless , he cries
The phoetus with no destiny
Lives the past
Of hadn't born

Courseless , he walks
To beyond the dark
Snap his cord…

You are free child
Free in loneliness
You are beyond me
And beyond the creation…

Of evolution…

All of us…