What is it?

What is life? What is death?

Such words countlessly repeated.

What is after? What was before?

A bird in a cage has no use for such answers.

Brocken wings, muted songs,

For life will exhaust them before long.

What is this wonderful world you speak of?

I look, I search,

I desperatly yearn for a revelation.

But I see grey, I see ugliness,

I see the bars in hoplessness.

When all smiles could faked and all cheers could be fabricated,

Even love will be twisted.

What is remaining? What should I be searching?

Only the self satifaction of daydreaming.

Let me sleep, let me dream, let me wander away from my cage.

I don’t want this heart anymore