What are the answers?
The question beckons tomorrow
And the magnetar glows
In a faint doubt,
The eyes do not lie
But are blind to the touch
And all the world is misunderstood
When there is no return
In a favor,
Glorious beast in the concrete
Jungle,
Know that humanity is
A drive chasing the storm,
Where the river runs wild
The passionate man drinks,
Heavy heavy
Is the pure heart
Within the confinés
Of man's crucible.