there is only time for love and then departure
everything else in between is nonsense
even through the trees I see this
while the world so foolishly spins around out there, down there
far below this mad altitude where I stand
where I pray to no one, for no one
all the listening blinded by blind ambitions
and the damned ones decide
that war is better than peace
that starvation is better than food
that hate is better than understanding
so I turn away and fold myself up
like a secret
they can never touch
Tropic of Tomorrow 