A world that forms by energy and imagination,
From other point of view is just a Gods creation,
But what are you now thinking?
Is it God that is now sinking?
Is it He, the One that's making?
All this nonsense we're now taking?
Infinite your world describes,
For a single reason, that now bites,
Within our thought and brain,
In this all eternal chain,
That is now shown in front of us,
The life, which is ending with the dust…
With the dust from what we're build,
With a quest to find the sealed,
That lies beyond to find or to discover,
And not the truth to try to cover,
But the single thing lies in us,
The crying storm of a Star Dust…
