Nobody understand.
Nobody wants to.
Around every meaning
Is a chain of events.
And everybody navigate,
Blindly.
Who cares?
The world is turning squarely
but who cares?
Everybody's following
his little track, sweet track…
Nobody listen,
Nobody wants to.
The wind murmurs scary words
But who cares?
Who cares of what could be
The taste of the harmony?
No.
Better to take a pill
And forget under the pillow…
Nobody finally says
That happiness isn't good fortune,
But the essence that pours out
The chain of events,
For few we know how
To make the flood
A nicer creek.
No.
Better to buy something
Useless, just to confirm
The existence.
Nobody sees nobody.
