(prison)

In the corridors of hollow talk,

Jargon hides the emptiness inside.

Ambition, agitation, intrigues,

Power plays beneath the sterile light.

Futile games in polished halls,

Every throne becomes a cage of walls.

(verticality)

And we wonder, are we real at all?

Just shadows on a cosmic wall?

Are we living in simulation’s dream?

Fading in a vanishing scene?

Time’s a circle, spinning through,

Lost in an endless shade of blue.

Just a vertical escape we climb,

Never freed, just chasing sky.

(unearthly verticality)

Speculations fill the air,

String and cycle everywhere.

Worlds expanding, folding in,

Nothing starts, nothing ends.

Metaphysics on repeat,

While power bows at its own feet.

If we all believed the same old song,

Would it make the lie less wrong?

Are we living in simulation’s dream?

Fading in a vanishing scene?

Time’s a circle, spinning through,

Lost in an endless shade of blue.

Just a vertical escape we climb,

Never freed, just chasing sky.

Prestige, domination,

Earthly gods in imitation.

Grey religions, grand delusions,

Faith dissolves in revolution.

Still we rise, still we pray,

For a sky that takes us away.

Are we living in simulation’s dream?

Fading in a vanishing scene?

We ascend but never break through,

Drowning in endless shades of blue.

An imaginary flight we chase,

To escape this small, forgotten place.

(vertigo)

A salutary climb,

But it never delivers us…

Just an infinite palette

Of shades of blue.

(shades of blue)