Metamorphoses کے بول

Every error is a former truth An antidote against solitude A milestone in our becoming's path Left behind for those ahead A truth lasts like a pair of shoes Unless you're a bum but if life you choose You'll have to change a lot of shoes A full circle is a storage of faults. Amidst the daily futilities We have recoursed to intensity For lack of destiny. Fact - a minus of illusion Instincts fade along with fiction. The cold considering lucidity Shows a compromised vitality. Music love and drunkenness Means of learning to forget Paradise is a place to hide For dullness to fructify. We are starting with abel's strength But traffic gets us into cain's depth Dumping values we've depend They're just a watch on a dead mans hand.