Beautiful ideas go along with painful ones
Knowing the meaning of their existence
They wander in hope of filling up that emptiness,
That afflicting space is still here
Independently your determination and the will.
Thoughts persistently look for a key
To the lock, to the gate of captivity
Holding and increasing substance
And the meaning of existence inside
Getting lost in lands of dark and light
They pass milestones of time.
Belief in good end
Belief in redeeming
From pain of this search
Belief in splendid time and happy future.
