As the remains of a soul so stupid
The source of endless illusions
And it exposes me each day you
In so subtle and sometimes tender.
But to be realizing the chrysalis
That one day will become libertarian,
How unveil now
Leaving my face now pale,
Calms me know the end of the game,
And both can defeat even in such
Change out that old route,
Never heard so request and pray,
It seduces me what I could and could not,
But nothing is better than fantasy...