Idealism
Our virtue of the inexperience
The only receptacle that they left for us
Where our ideal hides
Someone to accuse, to blame
Idealism, solitude the fear of the death
Idealism, fantasies the dream of the death
Searching for a guilty
Searching for a ideal
Destined to wander for eternity
Our reverie, our search, our key
Dreams, chimeras, fantasies, fictions
Reveries of a sickening soul
Imagination, solitude and the fear of the death
Imagination, vision that we have in cry
Searching for a guilty
Searching for a ideal
Being conscious to kill
Being conscious to feel
Are only fantasies of our mind?
Are only illusions of our life?
Keep walking…
