We acclaim reason over body
Sacrificing the instinct
We look for basis and foundations
To get sureness
Being thrown to the search of meaning
Annihilating each other day by day
Exposure to the fragility
Of our fleeting existence
Do we need to keep looking for something
We don't need to look for?
Do we need to keep persecuting
Answers we won't get?
We live in a conceptual world
Built by empty knowledge
Buildings made of sand
Structures that are illusions
We like the feeling that everything
Is constant and safe
We love to look down and see
Ground under our feet
It satisfies us to see the logical horizon
Of causes and effects
We enjoy the huge paradox
Those that now devour us
We search, draw up
Make up the truth
We live in them
With them, to them
The universal flow, transformation
The incessant changes terrify us
It scares us to face nothingness
The intrascendence
Overfly the abyss
Away from pride
Refusing the peak
The perfection and stability
Walk along the tightrope
Face the death
Enjoy the chaos
Like a smiling artist
The awkward circumstance
The old lesson
To face nothingness
It tells us that everything flows
Look in perspective
Listen to the universe
Nothing is true
Everything is allowed