You traversed the slopes and heights, The valleys and highways of these thoughts and theories Until you reached the cul-de-sac And your mind locked you in O??? God, O??? God Is there a face somewhere that can turn on a torch for me? Is there a memory that can revive a hope For this collapse? I turn all my existence into a small entity Lest I would lose sight of you Lest a storm would blow That would erase you from these waves I am a prisoner in the underground of my mind There appear neither skies, nor clouds Neither time is born Nor place has a motion Impossible is the state of lack of dimension Impossible is the stillness of the particles But my mind has shut the doors on me Changed the chains of distance into nothingness That is why I render all my consciousness into a small awareness spot Lest I should lose you Lest a typhoon would rise And snatch you away from this storm. But I am a prisoner in the solitary cell of my mind Neither thought grows wings Nor passion catches fire Everything is stillness inhabited by non-existence That is why I turn my eyes into a small water-spring Keeping you alone in it as a handful of sand Lest a volcano should erupt And swallow you along with this typhoon. But my mind has locked me behind rusty iron doors Sunk me in the void of absurdity Took me to Neitherland And told me: Here you can become a king. The King of Nothingness. Look beyond the cycle of Being: Watch the absurd game Laugh if you can Laugh at yourself, your God, At Life and Death, At those Robotic people Who are chasing the rainbow But I reduce all my thoughts Into one single beautiful Idea And maintain you in it Lest a Hell should rise And swallow you along with this typhoon No I cannot laugh at the game of Nihilism No I cannot watch my death From beyond the cycle of being and the universe That is why I still turn my whole life into a bearable pain in which I create you I create you with Love.